Brandy’s POV
I wake up the next morning in my bed, alone, as always, but it feels . . . weird. Kane’s scent is everywhere, I was too tired to strip the bed, every muscle was aching in the best way, so all I could do was crawl between the sheets before my body succumbed to sleep.
I roll onto my side, burying my face into the mussed sheets, I like his cologne, it has a manly spice to it that somehow suits the huge hockey player.
After a few minutes, my alarm blares, reminding me that I have a job to get too. Reluctantly, I peel back my covers and push myself up to sitting, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed and pushing my unruly curls out of my eyes. The downside of falling asleep with my hair down, it always turns into a birds nest that is a nightmare to tame! Damn you red wispy l
