Abby Reaching my room, Karl opens the door for me, his movements gentle and caring despite the uncomfortable encounter we just had. I stumble inside, the familiarity of my old bedroom bringing an unexpected sense of relief. He helps me to the edge of the bed, and I sit there, swaying slightly, sti
Karl As I get ready for bed, my mind replays the events of the evening, particularly the intense moment with Abby in the alley. We were so close to hooking up there—up until Leah arrived and reminded us that we weren’t exactly in the ideal spot for something like that. But then, Abby kept drinki
I nod, understanding her plight. Hangovers are no joke. “Try to eat some toast or something,” I say. “I know it doesn’t seem like it’ll help right now, but it will. You need something in your system to absorb that alcohol.” She nods, a grateful look in her eyes. “I will,” she mutters, her gaze fli
Abby “Could you two give us a kiss for the camera?” At the interviewer’s unexpected request for a kiss, my face heats up with a mix of embarrassment and surprise. “A… A kiss?” I mutter. My gaze flits to Karl, who looks just as taken aback. “Yes,” the interviewer replies with a chuckle. “A kiss
Abby Karl’s sudden appearance in the doorway of the cooking tent is a welcome distraction from the conversation that was bound to occur with Chloe. “Time to go home, everyone,” he says. “I’ve got a surprise for all of you back at the house.” The thought of a surprise gets everyone excited, and
Karl As I deal the cards, the clink of poker chips echoes in the dimly lit room. Anton, John, and I are gathered around a small card table, engrossed in a game of poker while the others are watching a movie in the adjacent room. The stakes are low, just a friendly match with chips and no real mo
Abby Chloe’s discerning gaze leaves no room for lying. I know that she knows something is going on between me and Karl, and this is just a test at this point to see if I’ll tell her the truth and keep lying. However, my heart pounds in my chest, and my voice falters when I try to tell her the tr
“Listen,” she says, rubbing her eyes. “I’m still wary about him, and you should know that. But I’ve seen the way he’s treated you this week, and I’ve seen how… well, how fucking happy you are. So I’m trying to understand, trying to see this side of him that you seem to see. I figure it’s the least I