Grace woke up to warmth on both sides.
Alia's face pressed into her neck, breath tickling her skin. Zephyr had wrapped around her from behind like some kind of octopus, one leg thrown over Grace's hip.
[.... When did they get in my bed?]
Right. It was last night's "celebration" for surviving another month of training. She remembered kisses, wandering hands, that thing Alia did with her tongue—
"FUCK! Right there! Don't stop!"
Grace blinked.
The screaming from the common room answered Grace's next question. Yes, Diana was already at it.
Grace extracted herself from the tangle of limbs. Careful not to wake them. Alia mumbled something and grabbed for her, but Grace slipped away.
Heavenly coffee first. Then whatever chaos awaited outside.
She opened her bedroom door.
And immediately regretted it.
