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With a sigh, I move to lay down and I’m immediately surrounded as Grayson places his arms around me and Asher wraps an arm around me from the other side.

I look up and see that Ethan has an arm around Asher, and Levi is spooning Ethan. They are all looking pretty sated.

I fall asleep with a smile on my face.

I could get used to this.

Chapter Thirteen

Asher

The next morning, I stretch out my aching muscles. I slept like a log and didn’t move all night as my arms are still wrapped around Kyla.

I look around the bed and see that everyone is still fast asleep.

I try to wiggle my way out to go to the washroom, but I guess being stuck in the middle has its downside.

I try to lift my arm and slide it out from under Kyla, but Grayson is holding my hand in a firm grip. When I lift my upper body, Ethan pushes me back down and lays half on top of me.

I groan in frustration.

I lift my free hand into the air, and it’s captured by Levi as he tugs it closer to himself so that my arm is over Ethan’s head in an awkward angle.

There is nothing that can be done. I have to wake them all up… My limbs are going numb.

I grunt out my frustration when Kyla starts to wake up. Slowly, she blinks open her eyes and tilts her head curiously at me.

“Morning, darling. Can you help me escape?” I ask with pleading eyes.

Slowly, she sits up and looks around the room and then to the window that has blackout curtains because we all get up at different times most days.

“What time is it?” she asks. I look at the clock and see that it’s passed five in the morning. I probably would have been sleeping if I didn’t have to use the washroom.

“Just after five in the morning,” I tell her.

She turns and looks at me with wide eyes. “What?” she practically shouts causing Grayson, Ethan, and Levi to jump.

“It’s morning,” I say slowly.

“Oh no, no, no…” she says as she grabs her sweater and runs out of the room.

“What was that?” Levi grumbles with a stretch.

“No clue,” I say as I make a mad dash into the washroom.

After I do my business and wash my hands, I brush my teeth before heading back into the bedroom.

Each of my men take turns using the washroom while I grab some boxers.

Kyla comes into the room as she’s hanging up the phone.

“What’s wrong?” I ask taking her into my arms.

“Well, I was supposed to be home last night, and my parents and friend Holly have been blowing up my phone,” she admits.

I am very curious about her relationship with her parents, but I don’t know if it’s the right time to ask.

“Did you explain where you were?” I ask as I move her to take a seat on the bed as everyone else joins us in the room.

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