Zayn woke with a groan, shifting slightly under a heavy weight on his chest.
His eyes fluttered open — and immediately widened. He was on his bed, yes, but that was where the list of "normal things" ended.
He was currently trapped.
Sandwiched between two warm, curvy bodies.
Elisse's oversized soft chest was pressed directly against his face, warm and supple, the scent of her clinging shampoo flooding his nose.
He could barely breathe, muffled against her like a man drowning in marshmallow-scented clouds.
On his other side, Seren had her arms tightly looped around his torso, hugging him like he was her emotional support pillow.
Her face was buried in his shoulder, and her breath was warm on his skin.
"Can't… breathe…" he wheezed, squirming slightly.
Of course, neither girl stirred right away. He groaned again and turned his head slightly, finally catching a breath that didn't smell like Elisse's perfume.
He didn't even remember how they ended up like this.
