The bedroom door explodes inward as Logan and Xavier burst through like they're responding to a five-alarm fire. Logan's wearing boxers and nothing else, his smoky cedar scent sharp with alarm and protective instincts. Xavier managed to grab a robe but didn't bother tying it, his cool mint and cologne combination carrying clinical alertness that kicks in during medical emergencies.
"What's the situation?" Logan demands, scanning the room for threats.
"Is anyone injured?" Xavier's voice cuts through the chaos.
"No!” I reply, clutching the pillow tighter as both of them take in the scene. "Just a misunderstanding."
“What?” Xavier's gaze travels from my face to the pillow to Savannah's expression of barely controlled hysteria. "Griffin, why are you naked in Savannah's bedroom?"
"Sleepwalking," Savannah answers before I can. "Apparently he sleepwalks. Naked."
Logan's storm-gray eyes find mine, and I can see him processing the implications. "You heard her scream and came to investigate?"
"Yes!" I confirm.
“Naked?" Logan asks while rolling his eyes.
"I always sleep naked," I remind him.
"And you didn't think to grab clothes before charging into her room?" Logan presses.
"I was sleepwalking, Logan. Logical thinking wasn't part of the equation," I explain.
Savannah buries her face in her hands, shoulders shaking with what might be laughter or might be a complete nervous breakdown. "Is there anything else I should know? Any other surprises I should prepare for?"
The three of us exchange glances, running through our collective list of quirks and domestic disasters. Logan's tendency to cook elaborate meals at three in the morning when he can't sleep. Xavier's habit of reorganizing the entire house when he's stressed. My own collection of unfinished projects scattered throughout the basement and garage.
"No," we chorus in unison, which is probably the most coordinated response we've managed since forming this pack.
"Right." Savannah looks up from her hands, hazel eyes bright with exhaustion and amusement. "In that case, I'm going back to sleep. And Griff? Next time you sleepwalk, maybe grab some pants first."
"Next time I think you're in danger, I'll grab some pants. More important," I snarl.
She pulls the covers over her head, dismissing all of us from her bedroom. Logan and Xavier file out ahead of me, leaving me to follow with my dignity in tatters and a pillow pressed against my cock.
The hallway feels endless as we walk back toward our bedrooms, my bare feet cold against the hardwood and my sandalwood scent carrying embarrassment mixed with arousal I don't want to analyze too closely.
"Well," Xavier observes as we reach his bedroom door. "That was enlightening."
"One word for it," Logan mutters.
"We wanted her as an omega," I admit as we head to the living room,then we settle onto the couch because going back tosleep feels impossible after that level of mortification. "But this is going to be tougher than we planned."
"How so?" Xavier adjusts his robe with characteristic precision.
"We all need basic social skills. The ability to function around an attractive woman without creating scenes that belong in a bad romantic comedy," I elaborate.
"Speak for yourself. I didn't parade naked through her bedroom,” Logan says.
"You would have if you'd been the sleepwalker," I point out.
"Maybe. But I would have grabbed pants first," Logan counters.
"You can't grab pants while sleepwalking. The whole point of sleepwalking is that you're not awake enough to make rational decisions," I argue.
"Then maybe you should start sleeping in clothes," Logan suggests.
"I've slept naked for twenty years," I state firmly.
