We were sleeping on the parlor floor like children having a slumber party, minus the snacks, giggles, and cheesy movies.
“We need sleep,” I reminded him. “In case my grandmother launches her war tomorrow.”
“Let’s not put that out into the universe,” Hudson grumbled.
“That would be bad timing,” Aunt Liz agreed.
Dayna and Dave were the only ones getting any sleep.
The birds outside sprang into their morning wake-up call, their excited chatter about the sunrise lost on the grumpy supernaturals. If anything, it pissed me off that they’d clearly had a good night’s sleep while I had watched the shadows on the ceiling dance. Now I was jealous of the birds. I put the heels of my palms against my eyes and sighed. It was no use now—sleep would have to wait. I crawled out of the pile of bodies and stood, stretching my arms toward the ceiling as I worked out the kinks in my back.
Hudson tilted his head. “Where are you going?”
“I need to pee, brush my teeth, and start my day.” There was so much to do, and pretending to sleep on the floor wasn’t achieving anything. I spun on my heel and stalked out of the room. The height difference was still a little disorientating. I made it up the stairs and into my apartments. Shower and toilet first. I unbuckled my belt and pulled down my zipper. Huh. It seemed Dangerous Dave preferred going commando. Oh. Oh no. Nope. Fuck.
I ran down the stairs and into the parlor, where everyone was still lying around.
Hudson’s brows rose at my semi undressed state. “What’s up?”
So many things were up that shouldn’t be. I pointed at my crotch. “That.”
Hudson blinked. “Explain.”
“I need to pee and it’s just there, semi erect. Why is it doing that?”
I was a doctor, so penises didn’t freak me out, but this was Dangerous Dave’s penis, and I wasn’t touching that.
“It’s morning,” Hudson drawled.
“Right, but it’s still interested.”
Sebastian snorted. “It’s not something we can control.”
I swiped a hand through my unfamiliar hair. “I need one of you to come hold it while I pee.”
“Not me,” Sebastian jumped in.
Hudson sighed. “I would prefer not to hold my best friend’s dick while my mate pees out of it.”
“Me too, buddy, but would you prefer your mate touch your best friend’s dick?”
He jumped to his feet and gave Dave a shake. The snores cut off. “What’s wrong? Are we back?” Dave snarled. Yikes, he was a grumpy morning person.
“Cora needs to pee, and she’s scared of your semi-erect dick.”
“It’s morning.”
I knew morning wood was a thing, but I underestimated how common it was.
“Right, but she needs to pee.”
“Fine,” Dave snapped and stood. He frowned at me and jerked his head at the stairs.
“This should be fun,” Sebastian said, his voice tinged with laughter. I froze and spun halfway to the next floor, finding a little train of nosy supernaturals in my wake.
I pointed at Dave. “Just him.”
Hudson folded his arms, and I rolled my eyes. “You can wait on the sofa.”
