{Lexie’s P.O.V.}
I woke up in the morning and found myself in unfamiliar territory, entangled within someone else’s arms and legs. My face was resting on top of an extremely hard chest, and someone was lightly snoring. My senses were filled with the aroma of freshly baked cupcakes. I slightly lifted my head to investigate and saw Brent sound asleep. I briefly glanced around the room and realized we were inside his room in the packhouse. I was honestly confused as to how I ended up in bed with him. I knew we didn’t have s*x because both of us were still fully clothed.
This must have prompted my memory because I was instantly brought back to yesterday afternoon when he came into the kitchen to apologize to me. Everything replayed in my mind; it was then
