Hera’s POV
“You’re f*****g kidding me,” I say, staring at the two-person tent my brother is holding up like a peace offering.
“Forgot the extra one,” Ethan shrugs, already walking away. “Just share with Jake. It’s not a big deal.”
It is a big deal. It’s a catastrophic deal. Because Jake Moran is the one person on this planet I cannot be horizontal next to in the dark without doing something I can’t undo. He’s my brother’s best friend, built from construction work and weekend rugby, and the reason I own a vibrator with a name I’d rather not disclose.
“Heard we’re roommates tonight,” Jake says, walking over with his sleeping bag, that lazy half-grin pulling at his mouth.
“Don’t make it weird,” I mutter, grabbing my bag off the ground.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he says, but his eyes drag
