Waking up sandwiched between the twins probably would have been nice if it wasn’t for Logan’s snores in my ear. I force open my eyes, despite the banging already settling into my head and look down. At least, I’m still dressed. I’ve had enough awkward nudity recently to last a lifetime.

I roll over closer to Locke to escape Logan’s soft snoring, only to find his gentle snores match his twin’s. Great. I slide down to the bottom of the bed and climb off, coming to a halt when I realise where I am. Shit, why are we sleeping in Mr. Daniels’ room? I look around at the practically bare room. No wonder Enzo found the cards so easily, there’s barely anything in here.

Slinking quietly out the door, I creep through the cabin, noting a sleeping Enzo on the sofa as I pass him by. I reach my bedroom, and slip inside, closing the door softly behind me. I turn to face the room and let out a half-scream, smacking my hand over my mouth to cut it off before I wake anyone.

Holy shit.

Easton Black is lying naked in my bed.

Completely fucking naked.

I stand there gaping, my mouth opening and closing like a fish. After a few seconds, I realise he’s asleep, the slight movement of his sculpted chest rising and falling. At least, I didn’t wake him. I can’t help but run my eyes across him one last time, and then turn to leave.

“Morning, Kenzie,” East’s voice rumbles from behind me as I reach for the door handle. Shit.

“Morning, East,” I choke out.

“Enjoy the view?” he asks.

“View?”

“Don’t play innocent now, Kenz. I know you looked,” he teases.

“I didn’t—”

“You’re more than welcome to continue your perusal,” he adds, cutting off my denial. I turn around, deliberately keeping my eyes on his face.

“I don’t know what you mean, East, but I do need to grab some clothes. Maybe you could do the same?” I suggest, walking across to the chest of drawers. I rifle through them hastily grabbing underwear, jeans, and a black camisole top. I feel East before I hear him, his hot breath on my neck, as his hands slide around my waist.

“You could always take some clothes off instead?” he suggests, whispering into my ear. I shiver, feeling the tremble run right through me. Dropping the clothes in my hands to the floor, I turn around to face him, caged between his body and the chest of drawers. He slides a hand behind my neck and pulls me toward him, stopping just before our lips can meet. I lean forward and close the gap between us, gently kissing him as I slide my own hands around his back, feeling his muscles tense under my touch. The kiss doesn’t stay gentle for long. East deepens it as he moves his hands down my body and then slips them back around me, lifting me on top of the chest of drawers. I wrap my legs around him as he presses in close, feeling every inch of him pushed up against me. He moves his hands over my shirt, teasing as he runs his fingertips over the edges of my bra.

I reach up, running my fingers through his soft, light-brown hair. He pulls his lips away from mine, and kisses down my neck, and down to my chest. He tugs my shirt down, continuing to trail kisses and gentle bites across me. The sound of something being knocked over in the next room drags me to my senses.

“Shit, East. We’ve got to stop,” I say, pulling his head back up to look at me.

“Why?” he asks confused. I turn my head to the closed door, knowing Enzo, Logan, and Locke are on the other side. With the dynamic of whatever relationship there is between us not decided, it wouldn’t be fair for me to just do this, would it? That’s not even including my feelings for Mr. Daniels, which are utterly pointless anyway. Sighing, I turn back to East.

“I just can’t. The others . . .,” I begin, but trail off. Unable to complete the sentence. I chew on my lip nervously.

“It’s okay, Kenz. The twins know how I feel, and I know how they feel,” he says, running a soothing hand up and down my back. I stay silent, not able to form the words I want to say. “Enzo too, huh?” he adds gently. I nod mutely. That’s half of it anyway. “We can sort that all out first, then. There’s no rush,” he says, dropping a gentle kiss onto my forehead before untangling our bodies and stepping away. He pulls on his boxers and jeans before stepping back to me and kissing me hard. He steps back again and looks at me expectantly, waiting for me to say something.

“I better get ready for class,” I reply nervously, jumping down off the chest of drawers.

“Yeah, because you showing up late for a class is completely unheard of. Wouldn’t want to ruin your stellar reputation as a star pupil now, would you?” he says teasingly. And just like that, the tension is broken. I laugh.

“Hey! I’m not late to all my classes,” I grumble.

“Really?” he asks.

“Yeah, I show up to Mr. Daniel’s classes on time. I can’t really make up excuses for being late when I live in the cabin with him,” I reply jokingly, grabbing the fresh set of clothes I’d dropped to change into. “What’s the time, anyway?” I ask as I walk towards the door to head to the bathroom for a quick shower.

“Well, you’re already thirty minutes late to fire class,” he says.

“Wait, already thirty minutes late?” I ask, groaning. Just great.

“Luckily, it’s your favourite teacher, Kenz,” he replies sarcastically, as I exit the room.

Shit. Miss Tinder is going to kill me.