IMOGEN’S POV
A loud banging noise rang through my head as I tried to figure out where I was.
I was home.
I winceat the thought, sitting up to adjust my eyes to the slightly dark room. It was night already. The skies outside the curtain linen were dark and gloomy.
Exactly the way I felt.
With a sigh, I leaned against the headboard.
Last I recalled. I had been looking for my phone--I must have fallen asleep while thinking of where I had dropped it. My stomach growled and my eyes widened.
It was late at night, which meant Perry--
The doors to my room flew open, and my husband stood at the doorstep in all of his glory, a coy smile playing on his lips.
The banging noise I had heard earlier must have been him throwing the front doors open. He had a ridiculous habit of throwing them ope
