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'I really should close it,' Ariadne thought, rising slightly to glance at the open window. The sounds of the morning market outside were picking up, and one of the last things she wanted was to wake the two men she was sandwiched between, even if it meant delaying the start of their day.
Daeran's grip around her waist tightened while Woljif burrowed his head into the crook of her neck further. With a contented sigh, she settled back down. The noise would rouse them sooner than she was sure any of them would like but until then…this was bliss.