We are awoken the next day by a loud knock on the door. Austin stirs in his sleep but doesn’t wake up. “Austin, stop mopping around and come down to have some breakfast!” shouts a deep, masculine voice. It makes me jump. The man seems very powerful. I nudge Austin to wake him up. I’m surprised that he hasn’t woken up from the loud voice. Austin opens his eyes slowly. When he looks at me, he smiles. “I sleep so good,” he tells me and kisses me on the cheek. “Somebody is outside your door,” I tell him. He doesn’t seem to be moved by this. Instead, he just wraps his strong arm around me and pulls me closer to his body. I chuckle.
“Probably the butler,” he states. I shake my head. “No, it didn’t sound like the butler,” I explain. The knocking happens again, but this time much louder. “I said
