When I woke up the following morning I was still sandwiched between the twins. I knew that Nathan was awake but Tristan was snoring softly.
“He’s always snores.” Nathan said. And I chuckled.
“At least he doesn’t sound like a freight train.” I said, sitting up but Nathan grabbed a hold of me and pulled me back down to the bed and wrapped his arms around me.
“I have to get up.” I said.
“No you don’t. We’re going to stay in bed all day today.” He said, kissing down the side of my neck. But I let out a loud sigh.
“I don’t think that would be a great impression to your father.” I said. And he stopped kissing my neck.
“I hate it when other people are right.” He said. And Tristan started chuckling.
“Stop talking then.” He said.
I got up and I put my jeans on but the guys
