Ottilie POV
I woke up surrounded by the scent of my mates in a tangle of limbs. My face was pressed against the bare chest of who I thought might be Damon. Without opening my eyes, it felt like Noah was pressed up against me, with Harry asleep in between my legs, his head resting on my stomach. I could smell Jamie faintly although I wasn't sure where he was. I must have fallen asleep in the car on the way back and they must have carried me to bed. Not that I was complaining, the tangle of limbs and scents a comforting feeling amidst a backdrop of so much uncertainty.
Definitely not complaining, purred Ariana, stretching out, I don't think we've slept so well in days.
I moved a little, pushing back against Noah as I tried to stretch out, his hardness filling me with a familiar heat.
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