Zaeryn, still sprawled naked on his back, finally snapped back to reality. He was completely exposed. He made a desperate grab for the comforter pooled on the floor, yanking a corner of it over his lap. It was a flimsy defense and way too late, but it was something.
This was, officially, the most awkward moment of his (second) life. Being caught naked by a disapproving mom was bad. Being caught naked by a disapproving mom while sandwiched between her daughter and another woman was a new, uncharted territory of catastrophic.
Ingrid, however, just sighed. She slowly sat up, completely unbothered by her own nakedness, and ran a hand through her tangled yellow hair. Her pierced nipples were on full display as she stretched languidly, as if she'd just woken up from a pleasant nap.
"Mom, you're yelling," she mumbled, her voice still thick with sleep. "What's the big deal? We were just sleeping."
