Noon sunlight streamed through the Haven's cracked blinds, casting golden streaks across the tangled sheets where Freya, Rhea, and Kael lay.
Rhea, the only one wearing her red lace panties from the night before, stirred first, her stomach growling loudly, a reminder of the burgers left uneaten from last night's dinner.
Her movement jostled Kael, who slept beside her, his dark hair a mess against the pillow.
He shifted, groaning softly, and the motion tugged Freya's arm, draped across his chest, waking her with a start.
Her blue eyes blinked open, hazy with sleep, her platinum-cyan hair splayed like a halo.
They stretched, joints popping, and their eyes met in a fleeting, awkward moment.
Memories of last night flooded back—sweat-slick skin, whispered confessions, the heat of their bodies entwined.
Freya's cheeks flushed, and she bolted upright, clutching the sheet to her chest.
