Dahlia's POV
The warmth wrapped around me like a blanket—far too warm, in fact. A delicious shiver traced every inch of my body. Slowly, my mind began to catch up with the sensations, the reality of what was happening. The twins. I was trapped between them. Beneath me, the solid yet strangely comfortable surface was Logan, while the soft, steady warmth on my back came from Liam, his body providing an undeniable heat that matched the blanket draped over me. Their familiar scents swirled in the air, grounding me further in the moment.
Wait—what? The last memory that flickered through my mind was rejecting them. So how was I now here, tangled in the sheets with both of them? My eyelids felt heavy, a weight I couldn’t shake. When I finally forced them open, the first thing my eyes met was L
