Sherlock
The bedroom door bangs open like the blast of a cannon. Twist and I both sit up, gasping awake. The door smashes so hard against the stone wall that it cracks, right down the middle. I’d thought the room was pretty spacious up until now, but I’m suddenly proven wrong. With Sam, Sebastian, and Diego barreling inside, it’s downright teeny. Even though I’m fully dressed and decent, I cover my chest. No idea why.
“Fellas,” Twist greets them, wryly, covering his yawn.
Sebastian rips the comforter off him, and three rumbling growls are the only reaction to his undressed state. He’s still wearing his briefs, I’m still wearing my dress, but it doesn’t look good. He and I in bed together, him nearly naked, my hair wild and sticking to my flushed face. Diego grabs Twist’s ankles, yanks o
