Zayn sighs and slips under the covers behind Dax. “I draw the line at spooning you, big boy.” “Afraid you might like it?” Dax asks, snickering as he nuzzles my neck. His cock hardens at our closeness, but he doesn’t act on it, knowing that what I need most in this moment is his unwavering comfort, and their warmth and affection. “I love you, mate, but not that much,” Zayn retorts with a huff. “Stop talking, Tiny needs to sleep. She needs rest,” Xeno admonishes,
