Jude Kinkade was exhausted.

After the absolute chaos of Agrigento — the tour hijacking, the passive-aggressive flirting, Daphne's fake innocence, and the fact that Zero had basically had to dodge landmines all day — the only thing he wanted was to sleep.

Or at least, that had been the plan.

Because the minute they got back to the hotel, Zero had other ideas.

And to be fair — Jude hadn't exactly resisted.

So here they were — sprawled across the massive king-sized bed, naked and tangled in each other. Jude's arm was draped over Zero's chest, his head resting against Zero's shoulder. Zero's arm was loosely wrapped around Jude's waist, their legs tangled beneath the sheets.

The floor was a disaster — their clothes were scattered haphazardly, a trail of discarded linen shirts, pants, and underwear leading from the entrance to the bed. The room still smelled like sex and expensive hotel shampoo.

It had been… intense.

Zero's breathing was slow and steady, his chest rising and falling beneath Jude's cheek. Jude was already half-asleep, his body still humming from whatever the hell Zero had pulled earlier — honestly, at this point, Jude was convinced Zero had Olympic-level stamina.

"You awake?" Zero's voice was low and sleepy.

"Mm-hmm," Jude mumbled, not bothering to lift his head.

"You okay?"

Jude smiled lazily. "More than okay."

Zero's hand slid down Jude's bare back. "Good."

Jude kissed his chest. "Go to sleep."

Zero hummed in agreement, already starting to drift off.

And for a while, it was quiet. Peaceful. Perfect.

Until it wasn't.

Because what neither of them had realized — probably because they were too distracted ripping each other's clothes off earlier — was that they'd forgotten to lock the door.

Or even close it properly.

And that's how they ended up in this situation.

The door opened slowly — with the quiet precision of someone who had probably done this before.

The first figure slid into the room, followed by three others.

Daphne. Cameron. Harper. Ethan.

And they were in full-on stealth mode — moving like goddamn ninjas across the marble floor.

Daphne was leading the charge, naturally. She was holding her iPhone in one hand, the camera already rolling. She was wearing a fitted black jumpsuit — tactical but sexy — like she'd personally prepared for this infiltration. Cameron was behind her, smirking. Harper looked mildly horrified. Ethan looked like he wanted to die.

"Daphne," Harper whispered sharply. "This is a bad idea."

"Relax," Daphne whispered back.

"This is illegal," Harper hissed.

"It's not illegal," Daphne replied smoothly. "We're not breaking and entering."

"You opened their door," Harper shot back.

"It wasn't locked," Daphne whispered.

Harper's mouth tightened. "This is insane."

"Relax," Daphne said softly, lifting her iPhone. "I'm just collecting content."

Harper's eyes widened. "Content?"

"For the vlog," Daphne whispered.

Cameron snorted quietly. "This is gold."

Daphne's gaze flicked toward the bed — and there they were.

Zero and Jude.

Completely naked.

The sheet was barely covering them — and in Zero's case, the word "covering" was generous. The sheet was riding low across his hips, revealing a pretty unmistakable outline beneath the fabric.

Daphne's smile widened. "Oh… my… god."

Cameron smirked. "Damn."

Harper's mouth dropped open. "Daphne."

"I mean…" Daphne whispered, zooming in. "Would you look at that?"

"Stop," Harper hissed.

Daphne didn't stop.

Her iPhone was pointed directly at the bed — at the part of the sheet that was clearly being lifted in a very specific location.

Harper's face turned red. "Daphne!"

Daphne smiled. "I mean, if you've got it…"

Harper hissed, "That is revenge porn!"

Daphne scoffed. "It's not revenge porn if it's just implied."

"Stop filming," Harper ordered.

"Shhh," Daphne whispered. "You're ruining the shot."

Harper's eyes widened. "You are not posting this."

Daphne smiled faintly. "Let's see how it looks first."

Harper's mouth dropped open. "Are you insane?!"

Daphne took another step toward the bed, angling her phone to get a better shot.

Cameron leaned toward her. "Careful. You don't want to wake them up."

"Actually," Daphne purred, "that might make it better."

Harper looked like she was two seconds from having a stroke.

"Daphne," Harper whispered furiously. "Stop it!"

Daphne's smile sharpened. "Relax. It's not like I'm going to post it. Yet."

Harper's eyes widened. "Yet?!"

Daphne's gaze slid toward Zero's sleeping form. "Depends on how much they annoy me tomorrow."

Harper groaned. "Oh my god."

"Okay, okay," Cameron whispered. "Let's go before they wake up."

Daphne smirked. "Fine."

She took one last look at the screen — the outline beneath the sheet, the tangle of limbs, Jude's bare shoulder, Zero's face relaxed in sleep — and hit the stop button.

She slid the phone into her pocket.

"Mission accomplished," Cameron said smugly.

Harper's face was red. "You are all psychopaths."

Daphne smiled. "And yet… you're still here."

Ethan finally spoke. "Can we leave now?"

"Yes, yes," Daphne whispered.

They moved quietly toward the door. Cameron eased it shut behind them without making a sound.

As they slipped into the hallway, Harper shook her head. "I cannot believe you did that."

Daphne pulled out her phone and scrolled through the video. "Oh, this is definitely going in the vlog."

Harper's eyes widened. "No."

"Why not?" Daphne smiled.

"Because it's literally illegal!"

Daphne smiled innocently. "I'm not posting it directly. It'll be edited."

"Edited how?" Harper demanded.

Daphne's smile sharpened. "Tastefully. Artistically."

Harper's mouth dropped open. "Daphne!"

Daphne laughed. "Relax. I know how to control a narrative."

Cameron smirked. "You're actually unhinged."

"And yet you married me."

Cameron smiled. "Yeah. Unfortunately."

They reached Daphne and Cameron's suite.

Daphne settled onto the couch, pulled up the video, and hit play.

The screen lit up with the shot of Zero and Jude in bed — arms tangled, skin pressed together, the thin sheet doing absolutely nothing to conceal what was underneath.

Daphne smiled.

"This," she murmured, "is art."

Harper sank onto the couch, face in her hands. "Oh my god."

"Relax," Daphne said. "I'm not going to post the whole thing."

"Just part of it?" Harper shot back.

Daphne smiled. "Just enough."

Harper's mouth dropped open. "Daphne!"

Daphne leaned back, twirling her hair around her finger. "Tomorrow's going to be fun."

Cameron smiled faintly. "For us, maybe."

Daphne's eyes glinted. "Oh, babe. This isn't just about us."

She pulled up Instagram and started editing the footage.

Harper stared at her in horror. "You are insane."

"And yet…" Daphne's smile sharpened. "You'll watch."