Bree
I woke up to the blaring of some heavy rock music blasting through the cabin’s speakers. The sound hit like a jolt, loud enough to make my eardrums ache, and a chorus of groans erupted from every direction. It was clear no one particularly enjoyed waking up that way, but the resigned way it went on told me this was probably a normal occurrence. Necessary, maybe, but far from pleasant.
What pulled me completely out of sleep, though, wasn’t the noise. It was the slow realization that the mattress beneath me… wasn’t just a mattress. It was warm—radiating heat in a way no bedding ever had in my life—and it was moving, rising and falling steadily beneath me.
And then it groaned.
“Turn that s**t off,” Gage grumbled from beneath me, his voice rough, deep, and laced with that husky qualit
