The storm outside rages as you’re left standing awkwardly in front of Zack and Cody’s room. After a mix-up with the hotel’s room assignments, you—Bailey’s sister—are now forced to share a bed with one of them. Zack, ever the prankster, quickly claims the floor for himself, leaving Cody, who’s looking a little too nervous, to share the bed with you.

“I can sleep on the floor, really,” Cody says, rubbing the back of his neck. “You’re my sister’s friend, and—”

You cut him off, not wanting to make this even more awkward. “It’s fine, Cody. Seriously. I’ll just sleep on your bed.”

Cody shrugs, and you both settle into the bed, the tension thick between you. The storm howls outside, but inside, it’s a quiet, strange discomfort. You lie on your side, away from him at first, but after a few moments, the tension breaks as you feel an unexpected pull to scoot closer.

The first accidental brush of lips makes both of you freeze. Neither of you says anything, but before you know it, Cody’s lips are on yours, slow at first, but growing more insistent. His hand rests on your waist, pulling you closer as your heartbeat quickens. The kiss deepens, and your fingers find their way into his hair, tugging him closer, urging him on.

The kiss turns feverish, your body pressing against his as you try to keep your movements quiet, mindful of Zack in the other bed. But the storm outside drowns out any sound, and soon you can’t resist anymore. Cody’s lips trail down your neck, leaving soft, lingering kisses, and you tilt your head, giving him more room, feeling the warmth of his breath against your skin.

You can’t help it; you pull away just enough to leave hickeys on his neck, the lipstick smudging against his skin. Neither of you makes a sound loud enough to alert Zack, but the tension between you both is palpable, the heat rising with every passing second.

The next morning, Zack wakes up, glancing at you and Cody. His eyes immediately narrow, and he sees the hickeys on your neck and the lipstick stains on Cody’s body.