Merlina's dorm room looked like a Sephora and Target haul had a wild party and forgot to clean up.
There were bucket hats, bikinis, bug spray, and three different sunscreens on the bed. She stood in front of the mirror, holding up two bikinis—one black, one dark green. She didn't say a word, just raised her brows at Phoebe from across the room.
Phoebe glanced up from her open duffel bag.
"Left one's safer," she said, pointing to the black. "Right one's trouble."
Merlina smirked. "And what's wrong with a little trouble?"
Phoebe tossed a pair of sunglasses at her. "Nothing, as long as you bring sunscreen and plausible deniability."
Merlina grinned and tossed it into her bag.
From her own side of the room, Phoebe was carefully arranging her beachwear. Snatched coverups. Snatched bikinis. Snatched… snacks. Priorities.
