~Ava’s POV~
The beach trip ended with more laughter than scandal, thank God. Charlotte and Tristan gave us hell all the way back endless teasing, exaggerated side-eyes, and dramatic sighs every time Logan and I so much as breathed in sync.
“You two seriously need a warning label,” Charlotte huffed as she rolled down the window. “Caution: PDA ahead.”
Tristan snorted. “Forget that. I need bleach for my eyes after walking in on...”
“Do not dare to finish that sentence,” I cut in, hiding my burning face in Logan’s shoulder.
How can someone be so dramatic? I bet they do more indoors than us,but the way they're overreacting, make them seem like saints.
He laughed, rubbing my arm. “Still worth it,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to my hair.
When we pulled into the driveway, Charlotte and Tr
