ANNABELLE'S POV
Knock
Knock
Knock
The sound of someone knocking at the door is the only thing I can hear in my exhausted state. I ignored it and faced the opposite direction while covering my head with the extra warm blankets. A satisfied sigh left my lips when the room became quiet once again. When I began drifting back to sleep, the sound of the persistent knocks started going off again.
Knock
Knock
Knock
A groan left my lips loudly as I fidgeted and took the blanket off my body in irritation. I got out of bed and made my way to the door with a death glare on my face. I yanked the door open and found Adrian who, at the other end of the door, had his hand midway in the air fisted in a way that showed he was about to knock harder than he did a few seconds ago.
From where I stood
