The bed was a tangle of sheets and limbs, with the three of us sprawled out, our bodies intertwined in a comfortable mess.
Victor lay in the middle, practically smushed between Sylvia and me, his face pressed against my shoulder, while Sylvia's arm was draped over him, her body curled protectively around us both. Her warmth radiated like a calming presence, even as she slept.
Victor was still, his breath even and soft, his body snug between mine and Sylvia's. Sylvia lay opposite me, her breath soft and even as she faced us, her arm resting comfortably over Victor. My arm was wrapped around Victor's waist, holding him close, while Sylvia's arm was draped over us both, her hand resting lightly on my hip.
