Knock, knock, knock…

The soft knocking echoed clearly in the silence of the room. Neil, who had just been devouring Lena’s lips and tracing her body, suddenly froze. He turned toward the door, his face hardening. Lena lay on the bed, breathless, hair disheveled, eyes glistening with tears.

Neil growled under his breath, pulling away from her before rising from the bed. He walked slowly toward the door, irritation burning in his chest at being interrupted. When he opened it, Elizabeth ...