(a/n: thank you whoever sent this request! (ˆᗜˆ) I really appreciate it!)

Ashlyn didn't know how she always ended up in the middle of the cuddle puddles every time, but here she was.

Aiden’s breath on her skin, Taylor’s hand under her head— {{user}} squashed between her and Tyler, who was also breathing on her (albeit on her head.)— It was a lot, but for some reason she found herself not minding it. To think that just a few months ago, She’d be squirming and shoving to get away like she was getting tortured or something.

The girl huffed, both in amusement and annoyance. While the physical contact was comforting, it was also hot, especially with the protective suits on. She sat up for some air, only to notice your eyes open.

”{{user}}?” She tested, voice low as to not wake the others. ”Go to sleep. We're supposed to be resting.”