"Mase, she let us sleep in her bed without question. Be honest," Maverick says sternly.
"Fine," Mason growls. He turns to me. "I don't sleep. A few hours at the most. The day before last was the most I've slept since our mum died. Then it happened again last night." He looks at me expectantly.
"Ok?" I say, more confused than before.
"She doesn't get it." Maverick chuckles.
Mason sighs. "Angel, I'm sleeping at night because of you."
My mouth pops open. "Oh."
"I don't know why, but it works, Rory." Mason watches me for my reaction. I can tell by the faint lines on his forehead, he looks nervous, worried.
"Okay," I tell him.
"That's it?" Mase says incredulously.
"If I help you sleep, Mase, for whatever reason, then it's fine," I reassure him.
"You're awesome, baby," Maverick tells me before snuggling into me. Mase puts his arm around my waist, making sure it's not on my ribs.
Wrapped up in warmth and comfort, I drift off.
. . .
"Is this becoming a habit?"
I jerk awake.
"S'okay," Maverick mumbles, his fingers brushing my jaw before his hand falls limb onto my collarbone.
Mase is evenly breathing into my neck. The smell of spices and evergreen tickling my nose as they keep me tucked in their hot twin sandwich. I fight sleep, but don't even attempt to move out of the twin's embraces. I’m not that strong.
My sleepy gaze moves to the doorway where Jace and Luc are standing.
"This is a habit?" Jace asks Luc. He looks a bit more normal today. Jeans and a v-neck shirt with a chain tucked into his shirt. It suits him.
Don't get me wrong, the suit was hot but this seems more naturally Jace. I wasn't lying when he said that he never planned on having to wear a suit before his funeral.
"It's the second night in a row," Luc responds, shrugging. He's still in his pyjama bottoms with yellow ducks on them saying things like 'duck off' and 'don't wake me motherducker.'
"Morning," I mumble into my pillow orpillows, still half asleep.
"Morning, Ro,” Jace says with a soft smile gracing his lips.
"Good morning, Butterfly. Are you sure you're good with this?" Luc says, concerned.
"Luci. Stop stressing. If it helps Mase sleep, then it's fine. Besides, I get cuddles." I smile at the twins. They grin in response, their eyes still closed.
Maverick's thumb tickles me as his hand stretches out across my side. At some point while we've been sleeping, his hand has moved under my pyjama shirt to rest on my hip.
"Luci?" Jace chuckles.
Luc whacks Jace's chest with the back of his hand. J isn’t even phased.
"Only Butterfly gets to call me.” Luc scowls.
"Mm-hmm." I close my eyes again.
