I close the bedroom door behind me and lean against it, pressing my palms to my face.
Bad idea.
Very bad idea.
I can still feel the heat in my cheeks from downstairs.
“Tired,” I mutter to myself.
A knock doesn’t even happen.
The handle turns.
Max slips inside first, already grinning like he watched the whole thing unfold exactly how he expected. Alex follows, shutting the door quietly behind him.
I walk to the bed and climb in, pulling the blanket over me immediately. “I’m sleeping.”
Max laughs softly. “No you’re not.”
“I am.”
Alex leans against the wall, arms folded, watching me with that calm, knowing look that makes my stomach flip. “You ran.”
“I walked away.”
“You ran,” Max corrects, sitting down on the mattress beside me.
“I was tired.”
Max stretches out on his side, pr
