KEEGAN POV
There were many ways I imagined waking up after our first official evening with Kathleen.
Being spooned by Kyle wasn’t one of them.
“Move,” I groaned, shoving at the solid weight pressed into my back.
He grunted and muttered something about “just five more minutes,” which would’ve been cute if he weren’t a full-grown Alpha draped over me like a heated blanket with too much muscle and zero personal boundaries.
Something crackled under me—chips, maybe? Popcorn?
Gross.
I shifted again, dislodging a third leg that definitely wasn’t mine. Kendrick, judging by the muttered curse and lazy slap to my shoulder.
Kingsley was curled up on the floor like a dog, wrapped in one of our good throws and using a shoe as a pillow. A shoe, for crying out loud.
I blinked hard, brain still s
