I wake up sandwiched between two huge bodies. My back is to Jordan's chest who is on my right and has a death grip over my waist and his face snuggled in my neck and my left arm is under Denver's head who has one of his legs over mine.

Yes. He's using my arm as a pillow.

There is no way I can move without moving these two idiots with me as well so I just sigh and raise my head to check the time on the bedside clock on Denver's side.

8:30 am. I can wait until someone wakes up, I'm sure Ian and Anna definitely aren't awake right now and I don't know the plans for today either.

I trace Jordan's fingers with mine and study Denver, knowing I won't be sleeping anymore. His black hair ruffled and his brows look so perfect and full. His face is rough and tanned due to all the Summer Sun we're all receiving.

He's beautiful.

I move my hand from Jordan to trace Denver's face lightly. Slowly brushing my fingers from his temple, down his cheek to his jaw. Just then I feel a soft kiss over the material of the shirt on my shoulder.

"Morning, love," Jordan says in his deep and groggy morning voice and I had to bite my lip to stop myself from moaning.

"Morning, sorry did I wake you?" I whisper, turning my head a little.

"Hm, no, I just stopped feeling your hand on mine," he explains, pulling the shirt down and kissing my bare shoulder now.

"Oh," is all I can manage to say which makes him chuckle.

I feel Denver moving on my arm and turn to him, he has his eyes slightly open, probably adjusting to the sunlight peeking through the blinds.

"Morning," he says, and god what is up with these men and their fucking sexy morning voices.

"Morning," I saw with a soft smile. I stare at him amusingly as he finally opens his eyes fully.

"What?" he asks with his own lips curling upwards.

"Can you move please, I need to freshen up," I say looking down at my legs under his.

Him and Jordan both look down and chuckle at the sight. Denver untangles his leg from mine and then picks his head up for me to take my arm out. I do so, wincing because I can't feel it anymore. Denver smiles sheepishly looking at me.

"You too, come on," I tap Jordan's arms that are wrapped around me and he groans but unwraps them. I hop out of the bed and get out of the room to go to the washroom. Once, I come out after changing I see Jordan starting coffee and Denver leaning over the counter.

"What's the plan for today?" I ask when I'm close enough and Denver immediately holds me with my back to his bare chest, placing his chin over my head.

"Well I told the group to head here once they all are sane enough to, so we can decide what to do when they come, maybe a day out or something?" Jordan says, pouring coffees into the mugs.

"Let's just spend the day in, like old times, we can go out tomorrow?" I ask, hoping he'd say yes.

"Whatever the birthday girl wants," he hands me my mug and pecks my forehead, handing Denver's mug to him who steps on the side to hold it and now we are both leaning against the counter and thanking Jordan in return.

"Okay so I'll cook today-" before I could finish my sentence, Ian comes out rubbing his eyes.

"I heard Roya's cooking. I'm in," he says and we all laugh.

"Morning Saunders," I chirp knowing he's too hungover.

"Damn Anderson, shush, my brain hurts," he says, holding his head.

"Of course it does," I say, moving towards another cabinet to get the medicine and then pour a glass of water for him, handing the contents to him.

"Thanks," he mumbles, gulping the water down. Once he is done, he looks back to us and I was dreading that he'll ask what Denver is doing here but he doesn't because we're interrupted by Anna coming out of the room. Nobody says anything until she has downed the pills and water.

"Morning," she says in her tired voice and Ian chuckles before wrapping his arms around her.

"So what's the plan?" Ian asks, looking at us.

"I've decided on a day in. The group will come here whenever they can and we can watch movies and play games and then I'm cooking dinner and stuff-"

"Yesss," Anna interrupts me before I can finish making me laugh.

"So don't forget to call Dave and divide duties amongst yourselves," I finish.

"You do it Anderson, you look like your brain is working better than any of ours," Ian says which makes me look around. Ian and Anna are clearly under a hangover and Jordan and Denver are looking at me like they want to eat me up.

"Not my fault I have a huge capacity for alcohol, Saunders," I retorted, smirking, trying to not blush from the intense stares on me.

"I don't know how you do it, you were not even drunk last night and we probably drank the same amount," Anna scoffs.

"Okay so Ian and Anna handle the alcohol, movies and games and Jordan, Denver and I will go grocery shopping and then if someone wants to help me in the kitchen then the offer's open," I state, looking around the room.

"Cool, I'll get something for us from Ian's closet,' Jordan nods, and I smile at him.

"Oh and Ian," I say, looking back at him and he looks up to me from Anna.

"Yeah?" he asks.

"You're cooking breakfast," I smile and rush to my room laughing.

After Ian cooked us breakfast and we all got ready to leave, which was really just our sweatpants and t-shirts, it was now 12pm and Anna and Ian would wait for their headache to settle down a bit before leaving to get alcohol. Jordan, Denver and I step out of our apartment and head towards the elevator.

"Who's gonna get the cars?" I ask when I remember Ian's car is still at the bar.

"Dave already got his and I asked one of the driver's to drop Ian's, it should be in the parking already," Denver answers as the door to the elevator closes.

We should've opted for stairs.

"Oh, thank you," I give him a smile and he rolls his eyes before covering my lips with his.

I feel a hand on my ass and know that it's Jordan because Denver is holding my face with his. Jordan squeezes my ass making me gasp in Denver's mouth who uses this to enter his tongue and dominate the kiss even more.

My hands are fisting the neck of his shirt so hard that wrinkles are definitely going to be there when I leave it. Denver takes a step back making me stumble into Jordan who steadies me by my waist and leans down taking my earlobe between his teeth, biting it before moving to my neck.

Just then we hear the ding of the elevator telling us we reached the lobby and Denver groans before pecking me once and moving back. We head out with Denver leading us while Jordan has his arm still wrapped around me.

Once in the parking Jordan leads us to his car and I rush to the passenger seat.

"Shotgun!" I say, giving a tight lipped smile to Denver.

"Like you were gonna let me sit in the front even if I called it first," he scoffed, reaching the backdoor.

"Hey, be nice to me, it's my birthday," I narrowed my eyes on him.

"Oh we'll be nice to you, we'll be as nice as last night," Denver says and my face heats up. I look at Jordan to see him smirking at me. I clear my throat and take my seat not looking at any of them.

"You're sitting in the backseat when we head back," Jordan says, starting the engine.

I nod, still looking forward. I can't deal with them in the morning. They're way too cocky for their own good.

Jordan, turns my face towards him by holding my jaw, "Words Roya, Use your words," he says, his voice deep and his eyes dark.

"Yes," I say, swallowing.

"Yes what?" he questions, his hold tightening but still comfortable.

He really likes clear sentences.

"Yes, I'll sit in the back while coming back," I mumble.

"Good girl," he pecks me once and moves his hand back to the wheel. Leaving me with a dropped jaw.

"You did not," I say, not believing he just called me a good girl.

"I just did," he smirks, pulling the car out of the parking.

I just scoff and cross my arms in front of me.

"A little bratty today, aren't we?" Denver muses from behind. I can literally hear his smirk in his voice.

"Ugh," I groan and look forward. It's going to be a long fucking day.