DAXTON POV
The shrill beeping of my alarm pierced through the comfortable haze of sleep. 5:00 AM sharp, as always. I groaned softly, my body aching in that way that made me both tired and satisfied. Morning practice was going to be brutal today, and I had no one to blame but myself—and Maria, and Henry.
I glanced to my left, where Maria lay sprawled across Henry’s chest, her naked body tangled in his, completely at ease. Her legs were hooked around his, one arm draped possessively over him, and her soft breaths puffed against his neck. She looked so peaceful, so content, and completely wrecked from last night.
A smirk tugged at my lips as I sat up carefully, trying not to disturb them. Last night had been… something else. Every surface in the apartment was christened in one way or a
