Saturday
Aislen woke, with Cameron snoring in her ear. He was half on top of her, his knee between her thighs, his face in the curve of her neck and shoulder, and his hand cupping her other shoulder. Rhett lay on his side facing her, and Heath curled against his back, his arm slung over Rhett’s waist and their hands joined. Heath’s face was pressed into Rhett’s hair, his eyes closed, his breath heavy with sleep, but Rhett’s eyes were open when she turned her head.
“They’re huggers,” he whispered. “When they sleep, they’ll chase you across the bed, following your scent and warmth. I often make them sleep next to each other, so that they hug each other, because if I’m between them, I get too hot. If we’re careful we can sneak out and I’ll make coffee…”
“After s*x,” Cameron muttered into
