Knock. Knock. Knock.
Melisa groaned, burying her face deeper into what she thought was a pillow but turned out to be Isabella's thigh.
Knock. Knock. KNOCK.
"Make it stop," Isabella mumbled from somewhere in the tangle of bodies on Melisa's bed.
Melisa cracked one eye open. Sunlight blasted through the window, which meant they'd overslept. The knocking continued, more insistent now.
[Fuck. What time is it?]
She sat up, her naked body peeling away from Isabella's with a sticky sound like tape ripping off a package. The evidence of last night's activities was everywhere—on the sheets, on her skin, even in her hair.
Isabella had somehow migrated during the night and was now using Armia's massive tits as pillows, snoring softly with a face that screamed "I died and went to heaven." Armia was still out cold too, one arm draped over Isabella, the other hanging off the bed.
Raven was nowhere to be seen.
