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grand tour. I told him I'd bring some of our stuff up here."
    "Are you and Cub taking this bedroom?" I asked, referring to the one on the third floor where I was sleeping.
    She nodded. "Logan and Rachel are going to be up here on couches."
    "How'd you manage to talk him into letting you have the bed?" I asked.
    "Rock, paper, scissors," she said. "Plus, Cub and I just got married. We're still in the honeymoon phase, if you will."
    I smirked at her as I shook my head. "Nobody better be honeymoon phasing up here," I said, making her laugh.
    "Who's up here giggling?" I heard a guy's voice ask. I hadn't even heard anyone approach, so it caught me off guard.
    "None of your beeswax!" Charlotte said. I wasn't sure who had spoken, but I could tell by Charlotte's response that it was either her brother or Nico since she wouldn't tell her new husband it was 'none of his beeswax'.
    Nico rounded the corner and stood leaning against the doorway like he owned the place. "What's up, Mia," he said, smiling confidently as he looked me over.
    "Hey," I said with a little wave. I stared at him, wondering how he had the ability to make my heart race even after all this time.
    "Your grandma told me to come up here and claim one of these couches," he said. He patted the huge duffel bag that was slung over his shoulder. "Are any of them off limits?"
    "Mine's off limits," I said, raising my hand just slightly like I was answering a question in school. I quickly put it down once I realized I looked like a big nerd. "My stuff's all over it, though, so it's obvious which one's mine."
    Nico shot me a wry smile. I had absolutely no idea what he was thinking. About five different things crossed my mind within a matter of a few seconds, and most of them involved him wanting to kiss me. I scrunched up my face to try to clear my thoughts of such nonsense; only I didn't realize I was doing it until Nico said, "What's wrong?"
    "Me? Nothing."
    He gave me a sideways smile as he turned to head into the main room.
    "I can't believe Logan lost the bed over rock, paper, scissors," I said, loud enough for Nico to hear so he wouldn't think I was talking about him. "I can't believe he's here!" I whispered to Charlotte, right after making that loud, random statement.
    Charlotte cocked her head for a second, staring at me with a confused expression before finally understanding what I had said.
    "I know," she said, loudly. "He was so mad that he made me do best three out of five." She leaned in and whispered next to my ear. "Are you talking about Nico?"
    I nodded with wide eyes.
    "I told you he was coming," she whispered.
    "I know, but now he's sleeping up here on the couch. He's gonna be around me all the time. What am I gonna do?"
    She stared at me as if not having the slightest idea what to say. I could tell it came as a surprise to her that I was even concerned about it at all.
    "How did you make it all these years with him hanging around looking like that?" I gestured to the general direction of the room where Nico was, and smiled at her look of confusion.
    "Are you asking me how I managed not to fall for Nico all these years?" she whispered, still looking extremely confused.
    I nodded.
    "Are you kidding me?" she asked.
    I shook my head. "No. Seriously, how'd you do it? You need to tell me so I can learn your skills. You can't tell me you don't think he's gorgeous."
    She grimaced at the thought and shook her head. "I could never…" she whispered. She pointed in Nico's direction. "That's the same boy who sat on my head and farted." She touched her fingertips to the side of her forehead near her temple. "It literally came out on my head. I felt it right here," she said, shaking her head in a blank, traumatized way. "My brother helped him hold me down. I'll never forgive either of them for that."
    Picturing it made me giggle, which I did as quietly as possible. As a girl with two older brothers, I had been gassed upon several times as well.
    "When was this?" I asked.
    She