Sandra
Slowly she started to become aware of her surroundings, but things seemed too loud, like someone had turned the volume of a TV up too high. She opened her eyes and everything seemed to be too bright, the colors too saturated. Her brain was flooded with information on scents, one of which was right next to her, and that one seemed to be the most important scent.
Turning her head slightly to the side where the scent was coming from, she looked at the vulnerably sleeping face of Riggs. Her eyes took him in as if for the first time and she felt her heart melt at the sight of his mussed-up hair and beard. That scent she wanted to roll in was him; she smelt his personal scent and it made her want to burrow into him.
She became aware of a tingling sensation around her waist and glanced
