MASON
MASONI’d thought finally getting to kiss Mrs. Sinclair… Neve… and tasting her release on my tongue was the best thing to ever happen to me. But waking up with her in my arms, nestled against my chest as Dante spooned her from behind, blew that impression away.
I had always been an early bird, and the army had only reinforced that habit, so I woke earlier than the other two.
The sun was only just beginning to rise, sneaking tentative fingers between the blinds to creep along the carpet. The light spread across the bed, highlighting the landscape created by three bodies beneath the crisp cotton sheets. The soft breeze through the open windows brought in the scents of the city below us—the smell of rain on brickwork and concrete along with breakfast from one of the apartments below.
