Ava's POV
The sun was barely up when I woke up. My head was still full of shouts and gunshots and the smell of burning wood. I opened my eyes slow and felt two arms around me. One strong arm was under my head, the other was wrapped tight around my waist. Damien’s breathing was deep and steady right next to my ear. And on the other side, Marcus’s chest rose and fell with every breath.
I didn’t move at first. I just lay there, listening to them. The house was quiet now. No more screams. No more sirens right outside. Only the distant wail of police cars getting farther away. My body ached in the best way. My p***y still felt full from last night. My ass still remembered Lucas. My mouth still tasted like Marcus. I let out a soft breath and whispered, “Morning.”
Damien stirred first. He lif
