Becca
The sound of loud knocking woke me from my sleep in the middle of the night. I wasn’t exactly sure at first where the hell the noise was coming from, but as soon as my mind focused, I realized someone was pounding on my front door. Glancing towards my clock, I groaned seeing it was close to 5:00 in the morning.
“What the f*ck?”
Sliding from my bed, I wrapped my robe around me and made my way downstairs where the persistent knocking continued. The person on the other side was relentless in their endeavor to piss me off for waking me up at this hour.
Looking through the peephole, my heart stopped for just a moment. There on the other side of my door was Neal. His hair was disheveled as if he hadn’t been sleeping. Not to mention he was wearing sweats and a T-shirt, a duffle bag in hand. “What the hell…” I muttered to myself as I opened the front door.
