NATALIA
“Natalia.” A whispered voice wakes me.
“Go away,” I groan, snuggling back into Max’s warm body.
“We have our second mission. We need to go,” the whisper urges. I crack an eye open to spot Sam hovering at the edge of my bed. He raises an eyebrow, nodding at the male behind me. I just smile at him and shrug.
“Give me five,” I request. He nods once, quietly slipping from the room. I sigh. This is not how I wanted our first morning together to be. I shift, wiggle, and roll my body around in his vise grip so I am facing him; our chests pressed close together. I feel his stomach extend and contract slowly as he inhales my scent. I squeeze a hand up from between our bodies to cup his cheek, his green eyes hooded with sleep and … something else. He presses a kiss to my lips.
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