Morning light streamed through the thin curtains, painting golden lines across the living room floor. I stirred on the couch, body aching deliciously from the night before.
Liam’s arm was slung possessively over my waist. Drew sat at the edge of the couch, shirtless, staring out the window like he hadn’t slept.
For a moment, I let myself pretend this was normal.
That I wasn’t lying naked between my stepbrothers. That my thighs weren’t sticky from shared heat. That the air didn’t still taste like s*x.
I moved slightly, and Liam groaned behind me. His lips brushed my shoulder. “Good morning, trouble.”
Drew glanced over his shoulder, eyes heavy with something unreadable. “You okay?”
I sat up slowly, tugging a throw blanket over myself even though they’d seen all of me already. “I should
