Train a Bitch

Havermouth, Five Years Before

Aislen woke with Cameron snoring in her ear. He lay over half on top of her, his knee between her thighs, his face in the curve of her neck and shoulder, and his hand cupping her shoulder. Rhett lay on his side facing her, and Heath curled against his back, his arm slung over Rhett’s waist and their hands joined. Heath’s face was pressed into Rhett’s hair, his eyes closed and his breath heavy with sleep, but Rhett’s eyes were open when she turned her head.

“They’re huggers,” he whispered. “When they sleep, they’ll chase you across the bed, following your scent and warmth. I often make them sleep next to each other, so that they hug each other, as if I’m between them, I get too hot. If we’re careful we can sneak out and I’ll make coffee…”

“After sex,” Cameron muttered into Aislen’s hair. “Not before sex.”

“You and your morning sex,” Rhett snorted. “The rest of us like to avoid morning breath and pee first.”

“Morning breath is the best,” Cameron replied hi