Kendall
I’m full and tired by the time dinner is over, and I go to lie down for a few minutes. It’s still early, but I fall asleep nevertheless.
I wake up late at night. Looking at my phone I notice that it’s two in the morning. Someone is banging on the door and I squint at the doorway.
“Come in,” I call, and Camden all but falls into the room, stumbling toward the bed.
“Are you going to see anyone else?” he asks, his words slurred, and I just stare at him, sitting up in bed with the duvet still over my body.
“What the hell are you talking about?” I ask. “You’re drunk.”
“So?” he asks, walking over and climbing onto the bed clumsily, plopping down beside me on top of the duvet.
“So, you don’t know what you’re saying,” I say, looking over at him and fighting a laugh. His dark hair is
