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KATE WAS IN THE SHOWER, finally having given up on her relentless questioning. She needed to know everything about the hookup between Boone and Tyler.
How it started. How it ended. Where they met. Why she even agreed to it. What it was like. If it was worth it. Was Tyler an asshole when they met.
They walked up. She snuck out. At Milton's. Because they were hot. It was amazing. She didn't regret it for a second. And no.
Those were her answers along with about a hundred others after Kate rattled off questions.
Now, Caroline was sitting on her bed, her head in her hands as she contemplated what she was going to do about this. Were they really going to act like they'd never met her? Because she decided that that really fucking stung.
Maybe the night hadn't been as mind blowing for them as it was her, a thought that made her chest ache horribly.
Her self-deprecation was interrupted by a quick knock on the door. Figuring it was Javi, she got off the bed and opened it up, already speaking to him.
"Javi, I get you have a crush, but she's exhausted—"
It wasn't Javi at the door. It was Boone and Tyler, earnest looks on both their faces as they stood before her.
"Oh," she said softly.
"Can we talk?" Boone asked, a hopeful look on his eyes.
Just then, she heard the shower turn off and knew Kate would be out soon. So, she stepped outside and shut the door. "Not here. Don't exactly want Kate involved."
"What?" Tyler asked with a scoff. "You ashamed of us?"
"Says the one ignoring my existence all day," she shot back.
"Now, that's the pot calling the kettle black," he said, rolling his eyes. "You ain't said hardly a word to us all day."
"'Scuse me for being a naturally shy and anxious person," she muttered, crossing her arms.
Tyler smirked and leaned in, looking down his nose at her. "Baby, I've fucked you from behind while you choked on Boone's cock. I'd hardly call you shy."
Heat rushed to her face at the entirely true accusation, and Boone had to get between the two, not wanting Tyler to rile her up so much that she started to hate them. He couldn't deal with her hating them.
"Hey, he don't mean it like that," Boone said softly. "Just come to our room with us. Just to talk. Nothing else."
Though she was annoyed with Tyler, as Carolina looked into Boone's wide and pleading eyes, she found she couldn't tell him no.
