Luka’s POV
I was having the best sleep of my life when suddenly someone started bashing a pillow over my head. I groaned trying to swat it away. What the hell? That’s when I noticed that the scent was off. Or rather, it was wonderful! Like flowers and earth, a perfect mixture without the chemical smell that most perfumes had. And despite it felt strangely familiar, I only remained sure of one thing: whoever was pummeling me with that pillow, was a dead man walking!
I growled, grabbing the offensive weapon and throwing it away as sound finally penetrated my drowsy mind.
“You f*****g creep! Bed bug! Pig! Pervert! f*****g--- HEY! Give that back! I’m not done beating you!”
“f**k off,” I growled and nuzzled deeper into the scent that surrounded me, chasing the remains of the wonderful sleep
