Nineteen

Isobelle

It was a strange feeling, waking up in a tangle of limbs and not knowing whose arms and legs belonged to whom. Mine could be determined by the lack of leg hair, not that I could feel them after last night's antics.

“I'm going to run a bath,” Alex muttered hoarsely.

He rolled himself into a sitting position, then stretched his arms above his head with a yawn.

A long soak sounded wonderful right now. I was sticky in places where I ought not to be, and I felt as if I'd been kicked in the twat by a donkey.

"Thanks," I croaked, my speech sounding groggy.

Lucas stirred, making a soft humming noise as he pulled me against him like a teddy bear. Grayson woke soon after and followed Alex out of the room. A moment or two later, the hissing sound of the kettle boiling was like music to my ears. I needed to get up and pee, but the Mason and Lucas sandwich was preventing me from moving. So, I stroked my finger along the length of Mason's nose, intending to wake him. His fair lashes were l