Mila

The sun splashed through the window, warming the side of my face as I slowly came awake. Oliver muttered something in his sleep and shifted closer behind me. My head lay on Lucas’ chest, while I’d basically fallen asleep on top of Ethan.

Dottie lifted her head from the cushion she slept on and batted her tail on the floor. I carefully disentangled myself from the pile of beefcake in my bed and put my feet on the floor.

“Good morning puppy,” I ...