“Okay,” Sloane said, tossing her phone aside as she flopped on the bed, “We need to make a decision. Like today. If we don’t book anything now, we’ll be stuck here eating microwaved pasta and pretending campus life is still alive.” 

I stretched under the sheets. “Do you even know what you want?” 

“I know I don’t want to stay here or go back home. I want sun, beach, cocktails, a tan, and at least three outfit changes a day.” 

I raised an eyebrow. “So basically, you ...