Locked together as a trio for the first time, it was a little awkward maneuvering our carnal knot of limbs down to the bedding, but I managed. The entire nest smelled like the circus’ funnel cake kiosk on a busy Saturday night, and I felt more peaceful than I ever had before. It took some twisting on Poppy’s behalf, but she managed to turn and kiss Seb enough to partially deflate his knot and free herself, offering the same trick to me a moment later as she pulled a breath from my lips.
