Page 129 of Sour Notes

Beckett

Jesus dude, I’m fucking joking. I would never steal your women. Fuck, man. I thought you guys knew that.

Lucas

I did. I got you bro

Mia

OMG stop. There are no feelings.

Lucas

Whatever helps you sleep at night, gorgeous.

Swayze

On that note, it’s late here. Shut the fuck up so we can get some sleep.

Lucas

Party pooper.

Axel

Edgy Wolfman?

Swayze

Always, Axeman.

Mia

Night guys. Love you

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SWAYZE

Mia hasn’t said much since last night apart from her messages in the group chat, so I’m not sure where her head’s at.

As soon as we got into our room, she curled up on our bed with a book, flashing me a weak smile. Her usually golden complexion was far too pale for my liking so I know despite her bravado she was shaken after our run in with the douche.

I tried to unpack it with her, but she didn’t want to talk. Hardly a shocker, she always needs time to process things for herself.

Pretty sure we were both grateful for the distraction when our phones chimed with the group chat messages.

It’s not all doom and gloom though. She spent the night curled up in my arms, so I’ll call that a win. I laid there staring at her beautiful sleeping face like a fuckin’ creeper for a good thirty minutes this morning before I dragged my sorry ass out of bed.

The server who delivered our breakfast nods silently, and I close the door behind him softly to avoid waking Mia. I figured I’d start our free day with something nice to make up for last night.

There’s a good chance I pushed her too far in the quiz, but I don’t know how else to prove to her that she doesn’t need to hide.

Not from me.

Now, I’ll just have to hope that if she is pissed at me, feeding her will make up for it.

Granted, I didn’t realize breakfast would be this big romantic flex I’ve accidentally engineered—it’s a honeymoon hotel, though, so that’s on me.