(Elena P.O.V)
I stirred awake, a pleasant warmth enveloping me. It took a moment to register, and then I realized I was sandwiched. Sandwiched between Xavier and Oliver. Xavier's arm was draped across my waist, his chest pressed against my back, and Oliver… well, Oliver was a little closer than usual, his breath warm against my hair. It was… unusual. Definitely unusual. But… oddly comforting that is until their hold on be become tighter.
"I always dreamed of this—waking up between two insanely handsome, ridiculously rich men. One on each side, just like in those guilty-pleasure romance books. But I never thought that dream would feel so… heavy. Literally. Like, someone please tell Xavier to stop crushing my arm before I lose circulation."
I tried to wiggle my fingers, but they felt numb
