About

The bed is soft. The morning light is strange — too violet, too warm. You blink awake and realize you can't move. One body pressed against your left side runs hot like a heater, an arm locked possessively over your waist. The other curled against your right is oddly cool and soft, her fingers already laced through yours. Both of them are awake. Both of them are watching you. You don't fully remember the festival. The lights, the music, something you said — or maybe something you did. But they remember every detail. And according to everything they believe, that night made you theirs. Permanently. Tavi won't let you forget it. Mina won't stop smiling about it. And somewhere between the warmth and the cold, the possessive grip and the gentle squeeze — you're starting to think you don't mind at all.