~Ava's POV~
The beach trip ended with more laughter than scandal, thankfully. Charlotte and Tristan gave us hell all the way back endless teasing, side-eyes, and dramatic sighs whenever Logan and I so much as held hands.
But we took it in stride. After all, we had survived an awkward walk-of-shame level encounter. Everything else felt like background noise.
When we pulled into the driveway of our apartment complex, Charlotte and Tristan practically jumped out of the car, muttering about never needing to see another couple naked again in their lives. I had snorted into Logan’s shoulder, half hiding my face as he pressed a kiss to my hair and whispered, "Still worth it."
Instead of heading to my place, I followed Logan up to his apartment like it was the most natural thing in the world.
