Someone pounded on my bedroom door at what had to be the single worst moment in human history.
Not because I was doing anything interesting.
Unfortunately.
No, the interesting parts had ended sometime just before the sun decided to start its day and after my body, my dignity, and several parts of my common sense had been thoroughly dragged through my decisions that I had no immediate plans to regret.
After having my mind blown more times than I could count, I had gotten maybe two hours of sleep. And... not that I was complaining... but most of it was pinned between two warm, possessive men who treated personal space like an extinct species.
Seriously, both Yuche and Lingyun were half sleeping on me, my poor, bruised breasts now doubling as pillows for them and their arms were wrapped around my waist tighter than my baby vine that had the common sense to disappear sometime before the bath last night.
