** Paige’s POV **
I wake up to warmth.
Surrounded by body heat. It’s everywhere.
I blink, and it takes a second for my brain to catch up.
Callen is behind me, one arm around my waist, his warm breath on the back of my neck. Ryder is in front of me, one leg thrown over mine.
I’m sandwiched, naked, and sore in all the best ways.
My cheeks flame as I’m hit with the full memory of last night. The things they said. The way they touched me. The way I let them.
Crap!
What did I do?
Panic flutters in my chest, but under the awkwardness and the ‘what now?’… there’s something else.
A sense of rightness. Like I’ve crossed some invisible line and found solid ground here between these men… or shifters. Christ. This is all still insane.
Ryder stirs, inhaling deeply before his eyes open. For a
