RONAN
I stop at her door, my hand hovering midair before it can meet the bell. She'd said morning, but is this too early? For a moment I hesitate, debating whether to turn back. f**k it. I press the doorbell.
No answer. I ring again. And again. Three times, nothing. Maybe she's still asleep. On the fourth, I finally hear her muffled voice drifting from inside, followed by the click of a switch and the glow of lights beneath the door.
Then the lock turns. The door cracks open, and there she is, hair a tangled mess, eyelids heavy with sleep. My gaze drops before I can stop it, sliding over the thin nightdress clinging to her frame, the fabric so sheer that they reveal her pointed n*****s. A lump forms in my throat as I swallow hard, dragging my eyes away from the outline of her breasts a
