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A large, golden-brown waffle was floating towards Macey. Her mouth began to water as it came ever closer, its delicious scent steaming up her nose. This was heaven decorated with a honeycomb pattern. It was big enough to be breakfast, lunch and dinner, and maybe an afternoon snack as well.
She opened her mouth, ignoring the drool running down her chin -
"Macey, you're drooling all over me!"
"Maybe she's thinking of me?"
"Shut up, I want to sleep!"
The voices of her three men woke her. It was too early, and there were no waffles. She decided to go back to sleep. She'd not had enough rest for far too long and if her guys were going to shut up, she was going to sleep some more.
"Quiet," she muttered, her voice not quite functioning yet. And it didn't need to. Sleep was coming soon.
"What did you dream about?" Jared whispered. "Was it me?"
Macey growled groggily. Couldn't they just leave her alone?
"Waffles."
"Wait, she drooled because she was dreaming of waffles?" Flint said in mock outrage. "She's surrounded by the three of us and the memories of what we did last night, and she dreams of food?"
"Shut it," Macey yawned. "Let me sleep."
Jared snickered. "So you can dream of more waffles while the rest of us go hungry? No way. Come on, get up, let's find ourselves some breakfast."
Macey wanted to pull the blanket over her head, except that it turned out that Flint was being her blanket. His warm body was half draped over her, and his body heat was enough to keep her nice and cosy. As soon as he got up though, she was desperate for a proper duvet.
All three of her men left the bed and looked down at her naked body. She should have been embarrassed, but she actually enjoyed their slightly heated glances. If she wasn't so tired, she'd invite them to continue what they'd started the evening before. She smiled at the memory of being with all three of them. It had been a special moment, one that she would think of for years to come, that she was sure of. And hopefully, there'd be a lot more of these moments.
"I'll see if Amber and Izban are up yet," Cam excused himself and left her alone with the other two. They had one of the two bedrooms in the cottage, while the young couple had taken the other one.
When they'd returned to the house after their battle, the ghost had gone, hopefully he’d be reunited with Luch in the afterlife. Macey had been sad, but at the same time, she was happy for them. He'd waited for her for so long, he deserved to be with her for eternity. She'd asked her men if they believed in an afterlife, but they hadn't been able to give her a satisfying answer. Flint and Cam were so long-lived that they didn't care much about life after death. Jared's kind had legends about a land of roses and endless beaches where the dead were reunited with their loved ones. He didn't seem convinced, but that's just what Macey felt about the tales she'd grown up with. One deep ocean full of beauty and song. Waves that were strong and carried them onwards, to the next life.
"Are you going to get dressed?" Flint distracted her from her thoughts.
"That depends on what we're doing today," Macey grumbled. "I don't want to fight, run or save anyone. My plan is to eat, sleep and cuddle."
Flint laughed. "I love how you included cuddling. I'm sure that can be arranged." He gave her a cheesy wink and she cringed.
"No cuddling if you look at me like that."
"Like what?" He put his hands on his hips in mock outrage.
"Like a dumb cartoon prince."
"Did you have cartoons in the water?"
Macey laughed. "No, but I caught up on my Earth entertainment education once I'd moved to the surface. My brothers had a TV and I had a lot of boring afternoons."
"I didn't take you for a couch potato."
She threw a pillow at him which he evaded effortlessly.
He grinned. "I guess pillow fights weren't part of your education?"
Macey growled and threw another one at him. Only one left; this pillow was going to have to count.
Flint turned the cushion he'd caught in his hands, as if trying to find the perfect grip to throw it.
Noticing that she was far too large a target, Macey sat up and pulled her legs close to her chest, hiding some of her nakedness.
"Yummy," Jared suddenly said, reminding Macey that her and Flint weren't alone in the room. The incubus was leaning against the wall, lazily watching them.
"What's yummy?" Macey asked in confusion.
"You. The sexual tension. It's an excellent breakfast."
"There is no sexual tension," Macey protested weakly, knowing that it was a lie. There was a lot of tension in the room. She could see the way Flint was looking at her. He was trying not to stare at her nakedness, but occasionally, his eyes flicked to her chest. She had to admit that she was quite enjoying his attention, but Jared using them as his breakfast... that was weird.
