Dahlia’s POV
Moonlight still streamed through the massive bedroom window when my eyes fluttered open. I turned my head toward the clock on the bedside table. 4:46 a.m. A frown creased my brow. Why was I awake so early? As if in answer, a familiar pressure in my bladder made itself known.
Now came the real problem—how was I supposed to get out of bed without waking the two hulking men currently caging me in?
Sometime during the night, we must have shifted. I was sprawled across Logan’s chest, one leg tangled between his, while Liam’s solid weight pinned me from behind, his arm locked around my waist. I had no room to move, yet somehow, I was incredibly comfortable.
Sparks tingled wherever our skin met, yet I had slept deeper than I had in a long time. In the back of my mind, I felt Blue
