Outside, the boys moved quietly through the soft glow of the cabin’s exterior lights, gathering their damp clothes from the riverbank. Trey shook out his soaked shirt, still grinning despite the chill, while Will muttered under his breath about his wet socks. Elijah bent down to retrieve his pants, and then noticed the girls’ clothes strewn nearby—Rae, Del, and Remi were all asleep inside, and he nudged Trey and Will.
“We need to grab theirs too,” Elijah whispered, picking up Rae’s tank top and shorts.
Trey smirked, shaking out Del’s drenched clothes. “Guess we’re going on a laundry mission… quietly.”
Will carefully scooped up Remi’s soaked shorts and hoodie. “Quiet is key. Don’t want to wake them, or they’ll probably throw something at us in their sleep.”
As they carried the clothes b
