"Time to wake up, darling," murmured Liam; a gentle hand pressed against my shoulder.
"No." I smiled, clinging to the remaining warmth in the bed.
My source of warmth came from the other man in my bed, the one who curled his arms around my waist, caressing his face into my hair with a satisfied gesture.
The heat seemed to radiate from the twins in waves, and I noticed the fine layer of sweat covering my body.
Ethan smelled of citrus and wood, of crackling fire, of comfort and security. His scent lulled me to sleep, only for Liam's voice to make me aware.
"We have a long day ahead, sweetheart," Liam chuckled softly, another gentle nudge at my shoulder.
I gathered strength to open my eyes and gave Liam a reluctant look.
Ethan was softly snoring, his dark lashes fanned against his chee
