Sienna

I froze for a second when I heard the blaring horn outside. My heart jumped into my throat. “Oh no, no, no,” I whispered to myself, scrambling to gather the last of my scattered clothes.

Footsteps followed immediately. “Sienna! Open up!” Kendra’s voice rang, sharp with laughter.

I grabbed my bra off the couch—thankfully hidden from the guys—but it was too late for full discretion. I shoved it and the rest of the clothes into the nearest corner of my room, praying she ...