Kent stands up straight, jostling me a little as he his biceps tense and he holds me protectively to his chest. “Who the hell is that?”
My eyes go wide as I look at our bedroom door, as if whoever rang is standing right outside of it. All of the delicious sensations slip from me in a second, replaced by sudden fear. “I didn’t even know we had a doorbell.”
“We don’t,” Kent murmurs, gently putting me on my feet, his eyes still on the door. “It’s technically the gate bell –“
We hear a murmuring of words from the living room and then a slow curse before a long beep.
Kent curses too before grabbing the sheets off the bed and wrapping them hastily around his waist. Then, he strides for the window.
“Don’t open that!” I shriek, seeing him reach for the blinds. He ignores me, pulling the blin
