Carly's POV:
A comforting scent wrapped around me, easing the tension in my body.
The smell of pine was so familiar.
But for the life of me, I couldn't place it. All I knew was that it made me feel safe, pulling me out of the tight knot of fear I'd been in.
It was warm, too.
Was it... my mom?
It didn't quite seem right. I snuggled closer to the familiar scent, pressing my head against something firm yet soft.
I blinked awake, rubbing my forehead. And then I saw it—the broad chest, the firm throat with its prominent Adam's apple, and that strong, sharp jawline.
That scent... now I remembered. It was Blake's.
And I was clinging to him like a damn octopus.
As if things couldn't get worse, I looked up into his deep blue eyes.
I quickly untangled myself, pulling my hands away.
"Feel
