Brandy’s POV
I’m so comfortable, my bed has never been this comfortable before, I don’t want to move. I snuggle deeper into the firm pillow under my head, my hand moving up to tug it closer and under my chin just how I like it. Instead of the thick Egyptian cotton covered foam I expect, my fingers run over something a hell of a lot harder and less forgiving.
Frowning, I trail my hand further downward, finding more of the unforgiving hardness under fabric that carries on forever.
My exploration halts abruptly as a low growl reaches me, rumbling from under my ear as my hand, which is now resting on a much coarser material, feels a pulse against it.
Slowly, I open my eyes, my gaze moving downward to where my palm is pressed to a pair of jeans, right between some very muscular looking legs
