The morning light filtered through the heavy velvet curtains of the master suite, casting a golden glow over the massive bed. Ethan stirred, feeling the warmth of several bodies pressed against him. To his left, Cassandra lay deep in sleep, her porcelain skin glowing in the dim light. To his right, Sarah Bennet was curled into his side, her breathing rhythmic and peaceful. Draped across his legs, Lena rested with the exhaustion of someone who had fought a war and won.
Ethan moved to get up, but a chorus of soft, sleepy moans of protest echoed through the room.
"Stay... just a little longer" said Sarah, her voice thick with sleep as she reached out to pull his arm back.
"I have to go. The men are waiting" said Ethan.
