THE NEXT MORNING, I woke up with the covers pushed off the bed, and instead I was wrapped in the hot arms of my mates.
I blinked, trying not to move so I didn’t wake them up.
Today was Sunday. Had it really only been a few days since Thanksgiving? The day before, I’d met these men and realized they were meant to be in my life.
I had to go back to college tomorrow, and the thought of normal life after what we’d gone through over the last few days just seemed wrong. And weird.
I was still lying on my left side with Tommy pressed up against my back, his arm slung possessively over my waist.
Jonah had rolled away and was flat on his belly, snoring away.
“Good morning,” Tommy whispered into my ear.
I smiled, amazed that this all felt so normal. And so good.
“Good morning,” I said.
Tomm
