Chapter 22
The Weight of Three Hearts The morning sunlight streamed lazily through the dorm windows, painting the room in warm gold. Ethan stirred under the blankets, groaning as his body protested every movement. Glitter still clung stubbornly to his arms and hair from yesterday’s festival, and his muscles ached from hours of chaotic preparation. Jamie, perched cross-legged on his bed with a phone in hand, raised an eyebrow. “Morning, Romeo. Or should I say… the three-times-cursed heartbreaker?” Ethan groaned, covering his face. “Please… don’t start.” Mark, sprawled on the floor with a slice of leftover festival pizza, smirked. “You looked like you were on a date with three boyfriends at once. Admit it.” Ethan’s ears burned. “I… I did not!” Jamie snorted. “Sure, whatever you tell yourself. I m
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