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No.

The response comes immediately, instinctive.

But I don’t say it.

“No way,” my mom replies quickly.

“Not a chance,” Sierra echoes at the same time.

“Two of the guys can share a room,” Maya suggests, looking at each one of us in turn.

Everyone exchanges amused glances, then looks at Nick and Sierra, then Thalia… and finally me.

I meet their looks with a neutral expression, one eyebrow raised, arms still folded—unbothered, detached, completely uninterested.

“I think the most natural thing is for a man and a woman to share a room,” Theo says, grinning in the most mischievous way possible.

My jaw clenches instantly, my stare burning through his head.

Thalia—already uncomfortable with all the attention—flushes, standing frozen beside Sierra and Nick.

Her shoulders stiffen, her fingers press into her arms, and she avoids looking anywhere near me.

Like I’m the cause.

That almost makes me laugh.

Our parents watch all of us, skeptical, curious, clearly entertained by the tension building in the room.

“Considering you share a house, maybe you two could share a room too?” my mom asks, looking directly at Theo and Thalia.

And Theo, who happens to be taking a sip from his beer at that exact moment, chokes and stares at her, startled.

“We’re sharing a house, not a bedroom,” he answers quickly, making the guys burst into laughter.

I don’t.

I watch the scene unfold without getting involved, without offering an opinion, without reacting in any way.

Because I shouldn’t be a part of this conversation.

For all I care, she can go sleep at John’s place. In his bed.

Or anyone else’s.

So, without a second thought, I push myself to my feet and head toward the stairs.

“It’s too late, and I have a call first thing in the morning,” I say, my tone even, indifferent.

Before anyone can say a word, I start climbing toward the bedrooms.

I don’t look back.

I don’t check if she’s watching.

I don’t care.

“Goodnight,” I add from halfway up the stairs, my gaze fixed ahead.