Thirty-One
Audrey
If I’d been more used to being on birth control, I’d have remembered to pack a sachet of pills along with my toothbrush when Liam and Louis brought me to their flat back in London. Unfortunately, I’d only started them after Liam—at least I thought it’d been Liam—and I’d almost forgotten a c****m for the second time. A good choice, as it turned out, since I only remembered about such things as protection well after my time with his twin atop St. Paul’s Cathedral.
But sadly for me—and Louis and the sleeping bag we’d shared—I hadn’t had the presence of mind to bring my pills with me on our impromptu camping trip, which had led to probably the most mortifying experience of my life yet.
If the twins hadn’t been so completely cool about it, once they’d made sure I wasn’t he
