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Kendall looks terrible. She looks terrible, but she looks absolutely beautiful.

There’s a question in her eyes. She wants us to deny something, but I know we can’t.

When none of us say a word, she bursts into tears.

Tanner leaps into action. He whips the hotel key from his pocket and swipes it against the high-tech reader. The light turns green, and we walk inside, the three of us surrounding Kendall like a protective shield.

Nothing we do can protect her from what she’s about to learn.

Why didn’t we just tell her the truth last week? She might have decided to end it, but at least we wouldn’t be in this situation. We could have kept Kendall as a friend if we were honest with her from the beginning.

Kendall is still sobbing into her hands. I pull her against my chest and run my fingers through her thick, curly hair. Now is not the right situation to be getting hard, but my cock doesn’t care.

Tanner runs to the bathroom for tissues, and Trace gets Kendall a glass of water. We’re completely out of our element here. Sure, the girls usually cry when we leave. However, we’re usually well out of Dodge before that happens.

“Kendall, here, drink some water.”

Trace tries to hand her the glass, but she shakes her head. Her fingers tighten around my collar. The front of my shirt is damp with her tears.

“I have tissues!” Tanner announces, holding the box towards Kendall. She refuses those too. We stand in a circle, the three of us confused and uncertain, as Kendall cries.

Finally, her sniffles slow, and she lifts her head from my chest. Once contact is broken, she takes a few steps back, putting distance between us and her. She does accept the water and the tissues, but she can’t meet our eyes.

Instead, she studies the room. Our suitcases sit, finally packed, on the couch.

“When are you leaving?” Kendall asks, her voice eerily calm.

None of us wants to answer.

“When?” Kendall repeats, forcing us all to meet her eyes.

“Tonight,” I say. My voice is barely above a whisper, but Kendall hears me loud and clear.

She nods. I expect her to start crying again, but she doesn’t. “Were you even going to say goodbye?”

The hurt in her voice nearly kills me. How can she doubt that we would say goodbye before we left?

Because you didn’t tell her you were leaving. We’ve broken her trust and her heart, just like Herbie told us we would.

I hate when that guy is right.

“Of course,” I tell Kendall. Tanner and Trace nod in agreement. “We just couldn’t figure out how. We never wanted to hurt you.”

Kendall barks out an angry laugh.

“You didn’t want to hurt me? Then what do you call this? Because it sure as hell feels like pain.”

That’s a burden I never wanted on my shoulders. We screwed around because none of us wanted to fall in love. When did things change with Kendall? How did this go from fun to fatal so quickly?

The guys and I share a look. What are we supposed to do? How do we make this better for Kendall? How do we get her to forgive us?

“You’ve done this before,” Kendall says. It’s not a question. She knows the answer is yes.

What is there to say? Yeah, we use girls. We do it all the time. We share women, and then we leave. We leave every single time. And we buy peace with jewelry or cars, occasionally an apartment--whatever will get the girls to leave us alone.

“I’m such an idiot,” says Kendall.

“No—”