I was pressed for time, but when I stood, I couldn’t help but lean against one of the bedposts to watch them sleep. My bad boy. My vain princess. My sad emo. The three of them slept soundly. Loren had his face buried in Jericho’s neck as he spooned him from behind with a strong arm curled around his naked waist. It wasn’t how they’d gone to sleep, so the two of them must have found each other at some point. I smiled. Loren claimed he wasn’t one to cuddle. Jericho and I had both proven him wrong.
