The next morning, golden sunlight filtered lazily through the half-drawn curtains, casting a warm glow over the tangled sheets.
Tyler stirred awake with a heavy, contented groan, feeling deliciously suffocated in the most intoxicating way possible.
Azula lay curled against his left side, her soft, full breasts pressed firmly against his cheek. On his right, Shyla had claimed the other half of his chest, her warm curves molding perfectly to him.
His face was buried deep in the valley between both women's breasts, enveloped in their combined scent, sweet and herbs from two alchemist girls bodies.
He inhaled deeply one last time, savoring the moment, before yawning widely and carefully extracting himself from their embrace. The mattress shifted as he slid out of bed. The sudden absence of his body heat made both girls murmur in protest.
