Keisha let out a soft groan, her neck aching as she slowly forced her eyes open. Light flooded her vision and she winced, squinting at the unexpected stimuli. Lifting her hand to shield her face from the light, she rolled over to her side, letting out a yawn as her face squashed into a soft pillow.
Snuggling into the comfortable cushion, Keisha basked in the unfamiliar scent that invaded her senses. Generic washing soap and a faint whiff of what she assumed to be a coffee cologne filled her nostrils, and Keisha wondered why her pillow smelt so sexily masculine.
Too tired to ponder why her sheets smelled like a freshly brewed espresso, Keisha snuggled further into the pillow, enjoying the pleasant scent.
It reminded her of something – someone, and the very thought of this person gave Keisha butterflies. This hazel-eyed, golden brown-haired, coffee-smelling person with the most heartwarming smile you ever saw.
Mr. Samuel.
