[Wyatt POV, Sunday Morning]
Waking up to the feeling of someone in my bed, I rolled over and pulled them into my arms. I was confused when I didn’t feel sparks, and the smell of coconuts wasn’t what filled my nostrils. Instead, it was the scent of cheap sweet pea & violet, burning the hairs inside my nose. I opened my eyes to see icy blue ones staring back at me.
“Good morning handsome.” Monica giggled, kissing me. I jumped when I felt her hand reach into my waistband, and she laughed. Removing her hand, I jumped up, walking over to my closet. “Xander won’t have any fun with me. Why won’t either of you touch me anymore?” She scowled.
“I haven’t touched you in two years, I don’t know what makes you think I’d start now.” I grabbed a pair of shorts and a plain t-shirt, turning to my dres
