Last Night

Sawyer

I wake up to my face plastered with drool on JT's arm. That is not attractive. "Mornin', Doll. You are gorgeous," JT says with a soft smile on his handsome face. He either has on rose-colored glass or the man has a few marbles loose in his head. I will go with the latter since he is a Death King. They are not mentally well, including me.

"I hope Riggs doesn't view this as cheating," I groan moving my yellow and green stands from my face.

"Nah, cher. We all agreed to share, remember?" JT says before his lips brush mine.

His phone pings. He turns over to remove it from the nightstand while climbing over him. "Storm says breakfast will be ready in thirty minutes," he hollers while I'm in the bathroom.

I yell back. "Wake up Carter, but be nice about it, yeah?"

"I'll be real nice 'bout it, Doll," JT shouts back with a purr that leaves me doubting his words.

I continue with my morning routine of brushing my teeth and hair. While I put my lotion on, I hear Carter cursing JT. "Kass twa