Milo and Hanna exchanged a glance, sharing the same spiral of thoughts from across the room as he shoved his leg through wrinkled suit pants.
“Your jacket is out here, asshole. It’s too late. Sara needs her contact solution!”
Hanna wiped at her eyes, swollen from falling asleep with her makeup on, and pulled the door open. Matty waited in the doorframe, thoroughly irritated.
“I’m so sorry,” Sara cried from the couch. Milo’s jacket lay in a heap on the floor, along with their shoes. “I tried to hold him off, but he wanted to see the suite. You know how much he loves fancy bathrooms!”
Matty entered the bedroom and Hanna bolted out to the kitchen. Milo’s muffled voice traded shots with Matty, but neither of the girls was brave enough to move closer.
“Is he mad?” Hanna asked quietly.
“Poor guy,” Sara sighed. “He’s just got a lot of big feelings about all of you. He works too much, he’s missed all of the sexual tension, and I think he’s still just blindsided. He’s been caught in Logan and Milo drama before.”
Hanna swigged the water. “You never told him you thought something was going on?”
“You said it was just sex,” she said, shrugging.
Hanna winced. She had a point.
Milo sprang from the bedroom and snagged his things from the floor, pulling his shoes on before throwing the jacket over his arm.
“We’re not done talking about this!” Matty called from the bedroom, appearing with Sara’s contact case.
“Neither are we,” Milo said quickly, leaning over the kitchen island and planting a searing kiss on Hanna’s cheek.
“Step away from the bridesmaid, Galantis!” Matty bellowed, clapping a hand over Milo’s shoulder and pushing him toward the door.
“I’ll text you,” Hanna mouthed.
Milo winked, dipping out into the hallway as Matty launched into another series of harsh whispers.
Sara rested her hand on Hanna’s arm.
“It’ll all be fine, Hanna. They’ve been friends for like two decades. Your vagina is hardly going to be what does them in.”
“Wouldn’t be so sure about that,” Taylor said, slouching her way through the mini-fridge. “That vagina sure put in some work last night.”
“Oh god. I'm so sorry, you guys. We thought you were out still.”
“We were,” Maricela said, cracking open a bottled iced coffee. “Caught the finale though.”
Taylor slapped Hanna’s ass as she slid past her.
“You’ll have to share your secrets. I’ve never made a man moan like that.”
Sara’s eyes lit up. “I need a play-by-play.”
Hanna shook her head. “I need Advil first.”
Taylor laughed, “For your wrecked pussy?”
“For my hangover!” Hanna stretched a little, her lower back tight, the space between her legs swollen. “And the tattoo. Okay, and maybe for my pussy. Goddamn.”
Sara waved at the living room. “Sit! I need dramatic reenactments. Diagrams. Fan casts.”
Taylor plopped onto the couch. “Florence Pugh. Brunette wig. Little Women accent, duh.”
Sara arched an eyebrow. “And for Hanna?”
