Kat:
The scent of coffee and something sweet lured me from the haze of sleep. My eyes cracked open to soft light and even softer sheets. Blaze’s massive bed swallowed me whole, his pillows still carrying that spicy, smoky scent that made my head dizzy in the best way.
I sat up, momentarily confused—until I spotted my clothes folded neatly on the dresser. Washed. Dried. Folded.
Huh.
Slipping out of his white tee and into my own clothes again felt weird. Like stepping back into my old skin. I still smelled like Blaze’s soap, his scent lingering on my skin.
The apartment was quiet when I stepped into the living room, except for a faint shuffling sound.
I rounded the corner—and froze.
Blaze was standing barefoot in front of the window, already dressed in his cut and jeans. His hair was
