I must have fallen asleep quickly as I wake to noise, only half aware of Camilla telling me she is going out and then fall back into oblivion after the door slams shut in the outer living area. I think I drift off again into oblivion because everything becomes confusing and time seems to drift away.

I jump up with the pounding noise coming from what seems to be all around me, disorientated, and immediately terrified; it takes a moment to realize the ‘thud, thud, thud’ is coming from the outer living room, and I’m in semi-darkness.

I get up warily, realizing I must have been out for a while as it’s later in the evening, even though the clock tells me it’s still well before midnight. I venture into the open plan area slowly and fearfully; aware someone is pounding on the apartment door and I sigh with relief and trudge towards it casually.

“I’m coming, keep your hair on!” I yell out as I try to cool the hammering of my heart to a steadier pace, still foggy headed from sleep, trembling from my rude awakening and realizing I never even picked up a robe to cover myself.

Camilla’s delivery no doubt.

Guy sure is keen to deliver a parcel.

Without hesitation, or even checking the peephole, I open the safety lock and ease the heavy fire door, just enough to pop my head round to see who is making all that infernal, impatient noise, with an irritated sigh.

wave and heart dropping lurch

back into the apartment and storms

majorly yells in my face. I’m so taken aback, that I

that are meant more for seduction than walking around the Livingroom. Realizing where his gaze has landed, I immediately turn to make a fast move

so I’m pulled to within an inch of his bristling body, igniting my

rage that I have

something annoys you? It’s immature as fuck!” He pulls me up against his large height and strong chest, and I instantly feel feeble and weak, fear flowing through me that in this mode, I have no power against him at all. I have never seen him like this, and he’s scaring me. All the childhood warning bells, even though it’s him, even though I

Is the only thing I can whisper, averting my eyes to stop the way he’s eating into my soul with that penetrative death glare. Trying to bring calm to

fucking choice!” He’s seething, gritting teeth, and a tone he never uses on anyone. I lose the last dredges of

voice weak, and feeble, tears prickling my eyes, but

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