The following morning I woke up at about five o’clock in the morning to a very lengthy group chat from the rest of the guys explaining to me why I am the biggest bastard on the face of the planet along with the luckiest one too. I smirk as I continue to scroll through their texts in the early morning hours while Emily continues to sleep peacefully next to me in our bed. I pull her closer to my side and brush her hair out of her face and down her back as I watch her sleep while continuing to read their texts. Most of them were from Zach, but the rest of the guys did chime in about their displeasure to the fact I had our mate screaming my name at the top of her lungs for about thirty minutes to an hour.
I feel my smirk falter when I see a text notification pop at the top of my phone screen
