Sunlight filtered softly through the gauzy white curtains, casting a golden warmth across the rumpled sheets of the bed. Lyra stirred first, her awakening a slow, languid process. Nestled deeply between the powerful bodies of the twins, she blinked sleepily at the intricate patterns on the ceiling, her limbs a comfortable tangle with theirs.
Xander’s leg was thrown possessively over her hip, heavy and warm, a comforting anchor. Kyson’s arm rested protectively across her waist, his fingers curled just at the edge of her ribcage. Their breathing was steady and deep, one on each side, the rhythmic rise and fall of their chests a soothing, constant presence.
She felt the strong, consistent thrum of their heartbeats grounding her, a lullaby of safety and belonging.
She smiled to herself, a
