Chapter 41

• The morning sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains, casting a warm, golden glow over the tangled sheets and the three of us wrapped in them. I stirred first, my body sore in the best possible way, memories of the night before painting a smile across my lips before my eyes even opened.
• I shifted slightly, feeling the familiar, comforting weight of Cal’s arm draped across my waist and Olivia’s soft breath against the back of my neck. For a long moment, I just lay there, soaking it all in—the steady rise and fall of their breathing, the heat of their skin pressed to mine, the soft scent of vanilla and fresh soap that clung to them.
• I felt Cal’s hand move, his fingers tracing lazy circles against my hip.