Phoenix:
The next morning, I peeled myself out of bed slowly, doing my best not to wake up either of them.
They kept me up all night, but I'd do it every night if I could.
I had things to get done, and they were holding me to that bed like a sex slave. Not that I'm actually complaining.
I snuck into my closet and got dressed in black jeans, a plain purple T-shirt, and a black zip-up jacket.
After brushing my teeth and washing my face, I stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom.
My hair looked like a typhoon came and went in a hurry.
After a few failed attempts at making it look less, "you got fucked with damp hair all night," I finally gave up and pulled it up into a messy bun.
I grabbed the notebook with Jaspers's letter and headed out to the living room area, but not before gently placing Raphael's arm over Noah once I realized that they had scooted closer from the loss of my body between them.