"Are you sure about this?" Mason hisses quietly.
"Fuck no," I murmur, keeping my eyes trained on Rory.
Her lips are parted slightly as she breathes, still sleeping. The blankets are bundled below her waist. Her pyjama shirt is hitched up, revealing a sliver of her stomach.
Fuck, she's beautiful.
Mason turns the fan on and climbs into bed. I do the same on the other side of her, not before pulling off my shirt and chucking it somewhere behind me.
I gently touch her shoulder. "Rory, baby," I murmur.
She scrunches up her face. "What?" She mutters into her pillow, annoyed.
"Can we sleep with you?" Mason asks quietly. “Is it okay?”
"Yes, now shut up.” She groans, rolling towards me.
Mason chuckles and I silently laugh. I pull the sheets up over us and lay on my back.
It doesn't take me long to drift off and this time, nothing wakes me up.
. . .
Rory ~
My hand runs up smooth skin before stopping on someone's chest. I sigh contentedly when someone nuzzles their face into my neck in front of me.
A hand travels from my thigh to my hip, leaving goosebumps on my skin. Pressed up against my back is the outline of a hard body.
Kisses trail from my neck down to my collarbone waking me further.
My eyes leisurely flick open and my hand curls around to the back of their neck, sliding through their dark brown hair.
"Who's who?" Someone purrs in my ear, the kissing on my neck muddling my brain.
I lick my dry lips. My hand trails from the back of their neck to their bare chest. "Maverick."
I push back feeling the hard, firm body pressed up against me. "Mason," I murmur huskily, tilting my head back to meet his eyes.
Maverick slowly pulls his head out of my neck. He props his head up with one arm, watching me with lazy eyes. Feeling confident, I lift my hand to his face. My fingers trail across his five o'clock shadow.
"Your irises are lighter," I tell Maverick.
I roll onto my back, giving me a view of Mason. "The blue around your eyes is slightly darker," I say to Mason sleepily.
"Shit, I didn't know that," Maverick says surprised. Mason agrees.
"I only just realised." I yawn, dragging the blankets up to my chin. My hand brushes against the smooth skin of Maverick's chest. I pull my arms out and rest them on top of the blankets.
I briefly contemplate trying to go back to sleep but decide against it. I’m awake after that.
I realise a very important question that should probably have been the first words out of my mouth.
"I think I remember you waking me up last night but why did you need to sleep in my bed?" I question them.
They share a look above my head. This whole secret thing is gonna get old real fast.
"I have…trouble sleeping," Mason says reluctantly. The look in his eyes tells me there's more to it.
