Tom woke stiff and cramped, yet well rested. His arm was locked beneath his pillow under his head and the covers had been kicked to the bottom of the bed. He lay on his side facing Ellie's back with his free arm wrapped around her and up the center of her chest. His hand cupped her cheek. His legs curled around the back of hers and in a few moments that was going to get pretty tight. At his back, he could feel Brooke's breasts pressing into him. Her legs were tangled in his, pinning ...