Chapter 397: Side Effects, Part 1

I folded a pair of jeans and shoved them into my suitcase, which was already way too full. But Trent refused to tell me what to bring - I had no idea if I needed snow pants or a bikini - and when I asked, all he said was, "Pack a little of everything." He was impossible with his surprises.

My plan was to be packed already. I'd even gotten up early just to make sure I was ready, but Trent and I had spent the morning doing other things that were a lot more fun. He'd even climbed into the shower with me earlier.

We normally had trouble keeping our hands to ourselves, but it was twice as bad this morning. Even now, as I stood near the bed, suitcase wide open, knowing I still needed to pack all my toiletries and shoes, all I could think about was Trent.