Savannah POV
I wake with a pounding in my skull, curtesy of very loud voices.
Inching my eyes open, I thank God it isn't too difficult since the curtains are closed an- wait...
Curtains?
My room has blinds.
I sit up and look around the dark room. It screams masculinity, but here I am and with Karrie
next to me no less. Her blonde hair is unkept from our rough night, which I remember ever so
vaguely.
Kinglsey is the last thing I remember. His face flashed before my eyes and I remember how
relaxed I was in that moment. How safe. Apparently I trusted him enough to fall asleep because
there's no mistaking the scent on these bedsheets.
The heavenly mixture is so difficult to explain, that I can only simply sum it up to a salty
cinnamon-like musk.
It would be relaxing if it were
