Erica's POV The sheets still held the scent of them, wild and masculine, uniquely theirs.Chris's smoky cedar, Max's sharp pine, and Ken's warm amber. I curled into the faint imprint of where Chris had been, pulling the sheet closer, eyes fluttering shut.What would it be like to wake up every morning, tangled in their arms, not accidentally, not from instinct, but because they wanted me there?Because they loved me. I imagined it, waking slowly to the sound of quiet breathing and the weight of an arm around my waist.Chris's low, gravelly voice murmuring morning love against my neck as he pressed a lazy kiss there.I would grumble something about five more minutes, but still shift closer, pulling me tighter into the heat of his body, his lips brushing over my shoulder like he couldn't help himself.Ken, the quietest of them, would already be watching me. When I opened my eyes, his thumbs stroking along my hip, slowly, like I was something delicate.Did you sleep well, sweetheart? He'd whi
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