Nash woke up slowly, his head still heavy from last night. Before he'd even opened his eyes, he felt everything around him: Sarra was pressed against his right side, her generous chest crushed against his arm, her breathing slow and steady against his skin. To his left, Aiko was half asleep on his chest, one leg thrown over his, her red hair scattered messily across his shoulder. And on top of it all, Zayela, sprawled across the foot of the bed, one hand resting carelessly on his thigh, like even in her sleep she kept marking her territory.
He stayed still for a moment, eyes closed, simply savoring the warmth of three different bodies against his, the texture of their skin, the mixed scent of shampoo, of faint sweat.
