Charlie woke up burrowed between two rock hard, tattooed, male chests. Not something she would ever complain about. She took a deep breath in, letting each of their scents swirl around in her mind before exhaling and rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
She wiggled, trying to carefully maneuver herself up to the top of the covers for some of the early morning cool air without waking either Jamie or Julien. But just as soon as she thought she was free, a large arm wrapped across her waist and pulled her back down into the covers.
She struggled to hold in her giggles as she rolled over to face the chest she was now smashed against.
To her surprise it was Julien, and not Jamie. As if sensing her slight falter in thought at this realization, Julien's hold on her loosened. Charlie felt the slig
