The first thing Argider noticed when she woke up was warmth.
Lots of warmth.
It wasn't the comforting kind provided by the sun through a window, nor the luxurious coziness of her silken sheets.
No, this was a distinctly human warmth—a tangled, sprawling heap of it.
Groggily opening her eyes, Argider realized she was practically buried under a pile of limbs, soft hair, and gentle breaths.
She blinked a few times, her mind slowly piecing together the chaotic puzzle.
Talia had one arm slung possessively around Argider's waist, her face resting in the crook of Argider's neck. Kassandra was curled up on her other side, holding her hand like a child clutching a favorite toy. Amara had managed to claim a spot practically on top of Argider, sprawled half-across her legs with an unbothered smile on her sleeping face.
