Hailey's pov
Morning light filtered softly through the curtains, painting the room in warm gold. I stirred slowly, every muscle deliciously heavy, body still humming from the night before. Strong arms tightened around me from both sides—Roy behind me, his chest pressed to my back, Ryan in front, his leg draped possessively over mine. I was cocooned between them, safe and cherished in a way that made my heart ache with happiness.
Ryan was the first to wake fully. He brushed a gentle kiss to my forehead, then my nose, then my lips. “Morning, princess,” he murmured, voice sleepy-rough. “How’s our girl feeling?”
I stretched languidly, a soft, satisfied sound escaping me. “Like I died and went to heaven.”
Roy chuckled against the back of my neck, lips grazing my skin. “Good. Because we’re
