Chapter Thirty-Seven: Pissing Them Off
Lyla POV:
I groaned as I clutched my head. I was sure I hadn't gone partying to be waking up with a massive hangover like headache. The last thing I remembered was Alana going batshit crazy on me regarding me being a wuss for my feelings towards her brothers and Jax, then me going to the forest, but then nothing. I spread my hands out, and the feeling of silk sheets grazed my palms, making me jolt up.
I was supposed to be in the forest, so why was I in someone's bed?
And second, these sheets were damn impressive. Like damn, some high quaility silk, I'll have to ask Lars to buy me a couple. I was broken out of my thoughts when the smell of cedarwood filled my nose. The same smell I had come to love over the past few days: Cameron and Samuel. B
