Trinity’s book whacks me across the top of my head. “I am not a liar. Never accuse me of that ever again.”
“Yeah, how rude.” Amelia pouts, looking at her fresh pair of yellow chrome acrylics.
“I just find it so mind-blowing how girls act like they support one another, but then do a one-eighty and become the biggest haters.”
“Preach!” Amelia claps, bouncing to her knees before crawling her way beside me under the covers. “It’s always the innocent people they make into villains.”
“Like we said before, they are just jealous. This has nothing to do with you; it’s about them.” Trinity rolls her eyes when the boys yelp in the TV room while watching a hockey game in my and Elijah’s hotel suite.
The atmosphere has been pretty tense—from the ongoing legal battle they’re currently facing to balancing tour life, promoting their album, and collaborations with brands. It’s been a month of fighting back-and-forth in court, andIfeel overwhelmed. I’m not even the center of attention in all this.
Times Three has this in the bag. The best lawyers in the country are working on their case, fans are supporting them loudly online, and the amount of evidence they’ve accumulated could wrap around the world.
With an almost-evil grin, Trinity’s paperback falls to her lap. “You know what would make them so jealous?”
“Tell us.” Amelia giggles, elbowing my side, sending spikes of pain up my torso.
“If Elijah posts a picture of you on his Instagram.”
Scrambling and almost falling off the bed, she runs out the door and into the room with the boys. Amelia and I side-eye one another as we hear Elijah scream before Trinity bounces back in the room with his phone in hand.
With the door locked, she tosses the device with a smirk. “Go through it and pick your favorite photo. I don’t want to see your nudes.”
I scowl. “There isn’t any need for sending nudes when we live on tour together.”
Face twisting in disgust, Amelia slaps her hands over her ears. “Ew, can we please not talk about my adorable brother like that?”
Trinity sends me a look that screams for me to keep going.
Taking the bait, I speak up when she uncovers her ears. “Your brother may be adorable, but he’s a beast, if you know what I mean …” I wiggle my brows.
Turning green in the face, she starts gagging.
Levi runs into the room, frantic, when he hears his girlfriend in distress. “Honey, are you okay?”
She pushes him in the chest when he hovers beside the bed. “Yes, I am! But this is the girl zone right now, so take your cute booty and leave.”
His eyes narrow. “Between you and Stella, I’m surrounded by a bunch of girls all the time. I think I’ve earned my way here.”
We all assess him. Not a second later, we all nod and start scooching over to make room for him in the king-size bed.
“So, what are we doing?” he asks. Most of his face is hidden under the blanket, drawn under his mouth.
Amelia lands between his legs and snuggles into him with pure happiness.
“Lily is picking her favorite picture of Elijah and her to post on his Instagram to rub their relationship in the world’s face,” Trinity says simply. Resting her chin on my shoulder, she peeks down at the phone.
“Girls,” Levi mumbles but leans toward us to see the phone better.
Guys like to act all tough and mysterious, but they secretly love hearing all the juicy gossip. Exhibit A: Levi snuggling in the bed, eyes pinned on my hands, which hold Elijah’s phone.
“Let’s see,” I singsong lowly.
My finger taps on the Photos icon. The very bottom of the page displays he only has two hundred pictures and videos.
He was always bad at taking pictures.
I scroll and see various candid photos of me—some cute ones and some humbling. The girls and I gasp and spring up when we realize a very obvious fact on his phone.
