Alex woke to sunlight pushing through the curtains and a warm weight on both sides of him.
Rose laid curled against his left arm, her cheek squashed on his arm, one thigh flung over both of his, her tits pressed against his ribs, while Janeth had tucked herself against his right, her head under his chin, her palm resting flat on his chest, her breath warm and slow against his collarbone.
The marker on their skin had faded into smears, and the sheets stuck to his back.
He didn't move.
Rose stirred first, wriggling closer with a sleepy mumbles, nuzzling the side of his chest, her fingers creeping up to curl around his wrist and hold on tight. "Mmh... Master♡... you're still here."
"Where else would I be." he murmured, and his thumb found the soft spot behind her ear and stroked it slowly.
