I woke up cold. That's the first thing my body registered. The second was something hard, but oddly comfortable. I snuggled into it, just for the thing to vibrate. I giggled sleepily and the vibration came again. The next thing I felt was a hand creeping over my stomach to hip, then back. It made my side almost numb with these weird tingles. My eyes snapped open, body violently jolting away from the sensation. It didn't feel bad necessarily, infact it was the complete opposite. It felt good....too good, to the point of pain in a way.

"Hey, it's ok. You're ok," someone crooned gently. My eyes frantically scanned the whole room, which was an unfamiliar one, before snapping to the side. Like water down a drain, my anxiety slipped away, leaving relief. I threw myself at Clent, nuzzling his neck. He laughed softly while running a hand through my hair. So he was the thing vibrating. I couldn't bite back the smile that graced my lips, until the tingles came back. I screamed, scrambling completely onto Clent's warm chest to get as far away as possible.

He was fully laughing now and I almost fell off of him as he shook.

"What the hell is so funny," I seethed, glaring down at him.

"Just look," he said through his laughter.

Reluctantly, I glanced to the side only to find Marus. He was glaring at Clent, but let his eyes focus on me. I was shocked to see that he looked dejected, though I couldn't figure out why.

"What's wrong," I asked quickly, reaching out to cup his cheek. At the last second Marcus pulled back, dropping his eyes to the wrinkled sheets. My heart squeezed at his obvious pain, even though I didn't know why. "Marcus...please---"

"You...you don't want me touching you anymore?" The question caught me off guard. My mouth opened, then closed as I struggled to reply.

"Why wouldn't I want you to touch me? If Kelen told you that I swear to the stars I will---" I was cut off by Marcus suddenly grabbing my hand. Tingles shot through my hand, spreading until I felt it in my toes. It was like being electrocuted, but instead of just pain there was pleasure.

My eyes closed on their own accord as I convulsed slightly. When it was bearable, I opened my eyes to be met with his brown ones. There were alight with heat now. By the stars, Marcus was beautiful! Like a hand-sculpted statue of rich, dark chocolate. It felt like I was seeing him for the first time, which was both amazing and alarming.

"I...." he paused and sucked in a breath,"ImarkedyouandnoweveytimeItouchyouitfeelssofuckinggood!"

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "What?" Sighing, Marcus runs his hand down his jaw and closes his eyes in clear frustration. I grabbed his other hand, more confident that I could handle the tingles, and gave him a sweet smile. "Take your time."

"What he means to say is---"

"Shut the hell up," Marcus growls before Clent can finish. I look between the two, even more confused now. These two fight often, but the way Marus said it was different this time. "It's not your place to say a damn thing and you know it."

"NOT MY PLACE?!" Beneath me Clent shifted, sitting up. The sheets slide down his chest to pool at his waist. I unabashedly stared at all that smooth, creamy skin while he yelled at Marcus. It was crazy how distracting these men got me. My eyes traveled to his face. Even angry he was breathtaking, all fierce and hot...literally. But when I looked at his hair I couldn't help laughing. It was like a deformed bird's nest that had survived a hurricane and tornado.

The two stopped arguing to stare at me as I collapsed onto Clent, just laughing my heart out. Tears began to form in my eyes and breathing suddenly became hard. Now I was just wheezing.

"It's so sexy when you laugh," Clent murmured in my ear, his hands coming up to my sides. "But, I would like to know why. I'm trying to have an argument here."

"Your...y-your," I struggled, "h-hair." Once it was out I burst into laughter again. Both the men paused, my words sinking in, then Marcus began laughing too.

"Oh so this is how you want to play? I declare war!" He stated then began ruffling my hair. I screeched, trying to push him off, but couldn't see with all my hair in my face.

"Marcus, help me," I pleaded, but he had Clent off of me before the words even left my lips. We all went crashing off the side of the bed, falling into a pile of limbs. Disentangling myself from them, I tried to crawl away, but Clent grabbed my ankle, pulling me back. I laugh-screamed, trying to shake him off. Looking back I saw that Marcus was messing up his hair. Clent let go of my ankle to push him off.

"This isn't fair," he pouts while wrestling Marcus.

"Yes it is. You laughed at him and he laughed at you."

"So this is your idea of problem solving?"

"Yep," I say smugly then shift, warping into the bathroom and locking the door behind me. And like I wasn't in the middle of a 'war', I casually took a shower, washed my face, brushed my teeth, and slicked my hair back into its rightful low bun.

Exiting the bathroom I saw that my guys were gone and had left a mess behind. Huffing, I began cleaning up then followed their scents to the living room. They were all huddled up, talking lowly, but that wasn't the thing that made me paused. It was the fact that they were wearing coats, hats, and gloves---well except for Marcus and Clent.

"---no, she doesn't seem to remember," Marcus said.

"Remember what? And why are you guys dressed like that?" All eyes turned to me, startled by my sudden appearance. Casbian looked nervous, Alaric guilty, Clent angry, Marcus annoyed, and Kelen just stoic. My eyes darted between them, trying to piece together a story I couldn't understand.

Clent opened his mouth to speak, but Kelen beat him to it. "We're going outside June."