Morning After

Emily's POV. I woke up to the soft glow of dawn peeking through the curtains, my body aching in places I didn't even know could ache. As consciousness slowly crept back, I became acutely aware of the tangle of limbs surrounding me. Three pairs of muscular arms held me in a warm cocoon, and I found myself sandwiched between what felt like a forest of hairy legs. "Holy crap," I mumbled, trying to wiggle free without waking the triplets. "It's like being trapped in a werewolf pretzel." Leo stirred first, his golden eyes blinking open lazily. A slow, satisfied smile spread across his face as he took me in. "Morning, beauty," he purred, his voice still husky with sleep. "Sleep well?" I felt my cheeks heat up as memories of last night flooded back. "I, uh... yeah. Really well, actually." Logan's arm tightened around my waist as he nuzzled into my hair. "Mmm, you smell like us now," he murmured, sending a shiver down my spine. Luca, ever the comedian, propped himself up on one elbow and grinn