THIRTY-SEVEN!!... WE LOVE YOU.

The soft morning light streamed through my curtains, painting gentle patterns on the walls of my room. I stirred beneath the cozy covers, slowly emerging from the embrace of slumber, and was about to sit up when a strong held me back.

It took me a moment to remember the events of last night, the closeness, the laughter, and the sex.

Damn, the rounds and rounds of sex.

As I turned my head slightly to the side, my heart skipped a beat.

There they were, my mates, still peacefully asleep besides me.

My eyes roved over their features, taking in the boyish charm of Dean, the gentle lines on Damon's face that hinted at his thoughtfulness, and the rugged allure of Damian. They looked so serene in their slumber, innocent almost, which seemed in stark contrast to the intimacy we had shared just hours ago.

I was aching, in all the right places and now staring at them, I couldn't stop the blush on my face at the vivid recollection of the hot night we had shared together

The way they had kissed