Ava POV
By the time we landed in Mexico, I was ready to get off the plane.
Not because I hated flying.
Because Gage had fallen asleep with his mouth open forty minutes after takeoff, and Tootsie had taken a picture.
Which meant the rest of us had spent entirely too much time adding things to it.
I looked at the newest version on Tootsie's phone.
“You're going to hell.”
She smiled.
“Worth it.”
True leaned across the aisle.
“Send me that one.”
“You're both terrible people.”
Morgan didn't look up from his phone.
“Already sent it to Ezra.”
Gage's eyes opened.
Silence.
He looked at each of us.
“What did you do?”
“Nothing,” I said.
Tootsie nodded.
“Absolutely nothing.”
Gage pulled out his phone.
It buzzed.
Then buzzed again.
And again.
His eyes narrowed.
“I hate every s
