All I know is warmth. Heavy warmth pressed around me from every direction. Soft blankets. Pillows crammed under my arms and between my knees. The deep, grounding smell of males wrapping around my head, physically holding me together.
“Oh my f*****g God.” I bolt upright.
The room spins, heat crashes through me in thick nauseating waves and I make a pathetic noise before collapsing sideways back into the pile of stolen clothes.
My nest.
Absolutely not.
I stare at the mountain of blankets and hoodies surrounding me in genuine terror. Sometime during my mental breakdown yesterday, I escalated from emotionally unstable to full woodland creature. There are pillows stacked against the headboard. Corrian’s hoodie is wrapped around my waist. Ezra’s stupid expensive shirt is bunched under my ch
