Daisy’s POV
Steam lingered in the air alongside a blend of the sandalwood and the citrus-scented body wash that the quadruplets and I used.
Wrapped in a plush towel, I leaned against the bathroom counter, watching as Chris, Nate, Donovan, and Nick prepared the bed for me to sleep on.
“Come on, Daisy, just stay the night,” Chris pleaded, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he ran a hand through his damp hair. “We’ll be good, I promise.”
“Yeah, Daisy, it’s a school night, but we’ll let you sleep in,” Nate added, a persuasive tone creeping into his voice. He winked, and I couldn’t help but shake my head with a smile. They all knew my weakness for a good sleep-in.
“We don't even need to share a bed. Nick and I will share my bed, and you can have his. You wouldn’t even have to share a bed.
