Harriet’s POV
A Knock sounded on my door pulling me out of my deep sleep, thinking it was in my dreams, I didn’t wake, but the sound became louder and persistent. I pried my eyes open, my mind wondering who could be at the door by this time of the night. It couldn’t be Pennelope because she just left my room hours ago.
I walked slowly over to my door, rubbing my tired eyes to get rid of the sleep in them. I placed my hand on the knob of the door and pried it open.
My breath skipped in my chest my at the person before me, with widened eyes and curious mind, I opened the door further.
No words were exchanged between us as Devon stepped into my room. He walked until He sat on the edge of my bed. I didn’t say anything as I walked to join him, As usual my heart was thumping In my chest
