Phoebe
“Guys, wake up. It’s morning already.”
Tyra’s hand shaking my shoulder gently stirred me awake. My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself wrapped tightly in a blanket. But when I looked around, none of my four mates were in sight.
Tyra grinned widely when she caught me scrambling to keep the blanket from sliding down my chest. The Nova costume I wore last night was hanging neatly on the closet door. Weird.
“They’re waiting downstairs, Sleeping Beauty. Mom made breakfast. Here, wear this.”
She handed me a loose pink t-shirt and matching shorts. I was mortified, especially knowing she could tell I’d worn her room for... well, us. The scent in there? Total chaos.
Once I was dressed and somewhat put together, I mumbled an apology to Tyra for the whole situation. She just waved it
