“Where’s my car? I can’t see my car.” Reed’s voice comes from behind. “Getting covered in snow, sweetheart. It’s a whiteout.” As if on cue, my phone buzzes. I press it to my ear, knowing it’s my sister. “I can’t see my car.” “What? Welp, it’s probably for the best because it’s a no for hotels. Sold out. Everywhere.” “Elle, there are four bedrooms and five people.” Oh god. Why is this happening to me? My sister chuckles because she’s a witch. “Guess who’s sluttin’ it up with four hot guys tonight?” My shoulders sag. This is going to be so fucking awkward. “I hate you.” “Love you. Get
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