Sally's POV
Consciousness returns slowly, wrapped in warmth that seems to come from everywhere at once.
Heat surrounds me completely. Every inch of my skin registers the presence of bodies pressed against mine.
My eyes flutter open and reality crashes over me in waves.
Philip lies pressed against my back, his muscled arm draped possessively around my waist, his steady breathing warm against my neck. Karl faces me, one powerful leg tangled with mine, close enough that I can see the morning stubble shadowing his jaw.
I am completely naked, nestled between them, and my body aches in ways that make my face burn with the memory of everything we shared last night. Every whispered word, every touch, every moment I surrendered to them both.
Oh God. What have I done?
