Kaleb swallows a third grunt, then scolds, “Don’t be crass. I’m… fine.”
Nolan snorts. Kaleb’s ‘fine’ sounded a little thin, and even Connor makes a kind of huffing sound that resembles a laugh.
Awareness burns along my skin as what they’re joking about finally clicks. Due to all of my moving around, my hips are now centered over Kaleb’s with my legs straddled on either side of him, and there’s a sizable, hard bulge pressing against me. I also know that he’s currently commando under his grey sweats, because his boxer briefs were soaked when he was in the shower with me. My memories of last night are fuzzy in some places, but him getting out of the shower definitely stuck—as did the fabric to his form.At a much later date, I should probably ask what the tattoo on his upper thigh means.
I swallow heavily, peeking up at Kaleb’s face out of the corner of my eye. Like the others, as is my bizarre plight, he looks just as attractive when first waking up as he does when he’s put together for the day. His black, curly hair is buzzed short, leaving nothing to distract from the smooth planes of his high cheekbones, strong jaw, and full lips. The warm light filtering through my balcony window kisses his dark sepia skin with highlights of bronze, accentuating his well-defined muscles.
At first glance, he looks calm and a little sleepy. His large hands are resting open-palmed on his chest, his warm brown eyes are only slightly cracked open, and a there’s a half smile on his lips. Except his sleepy eyes are looking closer to bedroom eyes and there’s a tightness to his half smile.
That’s when I realize I have yet to move, and thanks to my flexibility, the top half of me may be leaned to the side, but the bottom half of me is still centered right over his junk.
This is the moment. Forget fire or knives or bats. Forget crazy ex-girlfriends or loony wolf shifters with guns or the Council of Witches. Embarrassment. That’s what’s going to kill me.
“Shit, sorry!” I exclaim, scrambling to get off of him.
“Callie, please stop moving,” Kaleb appeals, but it’s too late.
With all of my fumbling, I make a strangled “eep” sound as I lose my balance and fall off the bed with an audible thump… right on top of Nolan and Donovan.
Both of them groan under the surprise hundred plus pounds that drops on top of them, but they recover quickly, with Nolan wrapping his arms around me and dragging me between himself and Donovan.
“Mmm, much better,” Nolan purrs in my ear, snuggling up against me.
“Fuck, I don’t want to be awake yet,” Donovan grumbles, lifting his right arm and dropping it over both Nolan and me.
Now, I’ve gone from sleeping on top of one half naked friend to being sandwiched between two other half naked friends. Or, at least, I’m assuming only half naked, since I’m above the blanket and they’re still under it.
Please be wearing clothes. My brain can’t handle fully naked friends at the moment—Wait! I mean ever. Friends shouldn’t see friends naked. Except Kaleb saw me… and he has a nearly perfect memory. That’s just… great.
“When you say you didn’t see me naked, what do you mean?” I ask from my muscled cocoon on the floor.
Kaleb sighs. “I mean, you were curled into a ball in the shower, and I immediately wrapped a towel around you. All I really saw was your back.”
“Okay. That’s not so bad,” I whisper, though I’m still internally cringing over them witnessing my spectacular meltdown.
Connor whines over what it meant for Kaleb to find me in such a state then hops off the bed, and lies back down on top of Nolan’s, Donovan’s, and my legs.
“Come on, man, don’t lay on me. You’re heavy,” Donovan complains, but Connor simply huffs and settles his head on his paws.
Nolan chuckles sleepily. “We have Callie. He isn’t budging. Might as well get used to it.”
“Whatever,” he mutters, pivoting his face toward mine so close I can feel his breath flutter strands of my hair against my cheek.
Lingering hints of musk and spicy cologne mix with the scent of warm, sleepy bodies, and I’m extremely aware of all the places we touch. Nolan’s hand finds where my nightshirt has hiked up, exposing my lower stomach, and rests over the waistband of my pajama bottoms. With each breath I take, my breasts brush against Donovan’s bicep. I also now have morning wood pressing against my left hip on one side, and down my outer right thigh on the other.
Once my hormones aren’t on high alert anymore, I’m sure I’ll reflect on this moment all filled with warm fuzzies that I have friends who care and want to be close to me. Right now, I’m worried I’ll spontaneously combust at any second.
Wouldn’t that suck? Managed not to explode the town, only to combust from overstimulated hormones.
I do a quick mental headcount and realize I’m short one attractive, incorporeal friend.
“If we’re all here, where’s Felix?” I question the group at large.
“Probably haunting Mildred,” Nolan murmurs, sounding like he’s about ready to doze off again.
I fidget, wiggling my toes under Connor’s bulk. Something feeling off. “My aunt makes him nervous.”
“With the way she chucked that demon into hell, I don’t blame him,” Donovan mumbles, the high esteem he holds for my aunt evident in his voice.
