Chloe
What the ever-loving hell is the temperature set on in my house? I've never been so hot in my life. It's like a furnace has taken up residence in my body and is heating me up from the inside out.
And heavy. What is on me?
Holy moly. I think it's a person. A real live person. A male person, by the sound of it, if the noise of his snoring is anything to go by.
Rex.
Rex spent the night.
We're on the couch, fully clothed but still.
Rex Whatever his last name is spent the night.
And oh my word he smells divine. How does a person sleep for hours and still manage to smell fresh and woodsy and masculine? But he does. And his hair, which is right in line with my nose smells good too. He must have showered after he was at the salon this morning, or by the looks of it outside, yesterda
