Fang
Blearily, I opened my eyes. At first I wasn’t sure what had woken me from the deepest sleep I had had for years. And then it sounded again.
Someone was hammering the s**t out of my closed door. Loud and insistent.
Cursing, I swung my legs from the warmth of the bed. Gypsy moaned softly as I slipped away from her. Her hand reached for me.
Without thinking, I bent to press a chaste kiss on her forehead. “Go back to sleep.”
Where the sudden sweetness had come from I didn’t know. But I didn’t regret it.
Something had changed between me and Gypsy, maybe because she was finally being honest with me, or maybe it was simply because I was letting myself actually feel something.
Someone knocked again, louder this time.
“Alright, I’m coming.” Padding naked to the door, I swung it open
