Hailey's pov
Morning light filtered through the curtains, soft and golden, wrapping the room in a lazy haze. I woke slowly, cocooned between Roy and Ryan—their bodies warm, arms draped over me like they never wanted to let go.
Roy stirred first, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. “Morning, beautiful.”
Ryan’s hand slid up my thigh, lips brushing my shoulder. “Our queen deserves to be spoiled today.”
And they did.
They pampered me like I was something precious—Roy carrying me to the bathroom when my legs felt like jelly, drawing a bubble bath while Ryan fed me bites of fresh fruit from the tray he’d brought up. They washed my hair, massaged my sore muscles, kissed every faint mark from last night like apologies and worship all at once.
I felt like royalty—cherished, adored, floati
