The morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting gold-tinted stripes across the bed sheets and the mess of tangled limbs we'd turned into overnight. My body ached in places I didn't know could ache from simple stillness. One arm was pinned beneath Alexis, the other wrapped instinctively around Sienna, whose warmth radiated against my chest like a heartbeat I could borrow. Camille's leg was still draped lazily over my knee, completely unbothered by gravity, social norms or the words I had just told her. And Evelyn, blindfold still on, had somehow crept closer, her head now resting lightly against my side.
I didn't move. I didn't want to disturb this moment. It was absurd, cramped, a logistical nightmare, and yet peaceful.
