Isobelle
It was a strange feeling, waking up in a tangle of limbs and not knowing whose arms and legs belonged to whom. Mine could be determined by the lack of leg hair, not that I could feel them after last night's antics.
“I'm going to run a bath,” Alex muttered hoarsely.
He rolled himself into a sitting position, then stretched his arms above his head with a yawn.
A long soak sounded wonderful right now. I was sticky in places where I ought not to be, and I felt as if I'd been kicked in the t**t by a donkey.
"Thanks," I croaked, my speech sounding groggy.
Lucas stirred, making a soft humming noise as he pulled me against him like a teddy bear. Grayson woke soon after and followed Alex out of the room. A moment or two later, the hissing sound of the kettle boiling was like music to
