Narda's POV
I wasn't fully awake yet, but something was off.
My eyes were still closed, limbs heavy with sleep, but my senses stirred. A scent lingered very close to me… one with a masculine, clean, faintly woodsy and spiced scent. Not the citrusy vanilla of Lila's perfume, nor the cheap air freshener from the club.
This scent was… familiar.
Too familiar.
My brow furrowed slightly against the pillow. Who wore that cologne? And why did it make my skin prickle with awareness?
Then I felt it… this minty warm breath fanning softly across my cheek.
My body tensed.
I didn't share a bed with anyone. Lila had her own room. And I…
Where was I?
I tried to gather my thoughts. Yesterday. The hospital. The bill. The humiliating shift. Ax…
No. Axle. His name was Axle.
