Mylo slowly blinks his eyes open.
The three of them were perched on the sofa. His head resting on Alpha Royce's chest this time. He even had his hands around the Alpha's body as he hugs him tightly.
Meanwhile, Alpha Ryker had his head resting on Mylo's shoulders, his hands wrapping around the younger's body.
Mylo knows he should be panicking from waking up in this position but he doesn't feel uncomfortable, except that his ribs hurt from his poor sleeping position and he is about to be squeezed to death by the Alpha's muscular bodies.
He doesn't bring himself to say anything as he slowly lifts his head to look at Royce.
The Alpha had the back of his hand covered on his face as he slept. His head propping against the sofa's headrest.
"Your neck is going to hurt like crazy," Mylo expresses his concerns out loud, squeezing his face in pain as Ryker's weight was killing him.
