Chapter 65 I slept with him again

Wendy woke up slowly, and the first thing she registered was a very naked and very warm body against her back. Montreal.

They were spooning. Montreal was spooning her.

Telling herself not to be silly—the bed was just very narrow, and there simply wasn’t much space—Wendy opened her eyes, blinking groggily.

And found herself looking at two little girls staring at them curiously.

“Wendy’s awake,” Bee whispered, sucking on her thumb. “Can I be loud now?”

Emily shook her head. “Mr. Montreal’s still sleeping.”

A tiny furrow appeared between Bee’s brows. “But what is Mr. Montreal doing in Wendy’s bed?”

“He’s sleeping, silly!” Emily said, forgetting to whisper.

Wendy felt the man behind her stir slightly and tighten his loose grip around Wendy’s waist. Montreal mumbled something unintelligible, his lips brushing against Wendy’s ear.

Wendy grimaced and tugged the sheets higher, making sure the girls couldn’t see anything they weren’t supposed to see.