SLOANE
I stretched my body on the bed and yawned slightly, and the first thing that hit me was the smell. It was so good like honey and coffee mixed with something woodsy and warm. My eyes blinked open, adjusting to the light, and all I could see was a rich color of brown everywhere in this room. Brown walls, brown furniture, brown curtains. It was masculine and cozy and completely unfamiliar.
I tried to sit up, my body still heavy with sleep, but a voice stopped me.
"Careful, butterfly. You might break your wings."
I sat up in dread, my heart hammering as I tried to figure out what the hell I was doing in a man's room. But then I saw him….Rika. Standing there with a towel hanging dangerously low on his hips, his skin still damp from the shower and blessed with sexy tattoos that covere
