The knocking started by five AM on the dot. No more, no less.
I sat up in bed and blinked, disoriented. My gaze fell to Richard who lay beside me, and the events of the previous day flooded my mind. Never in a million years did I imagine us in this position...side by side, waking up together and married.
The knocking stopped for a moment, then started up again — this time louder and more insistent. I pushed the sheets down to my waist, letting it bunch around it. “Richard, do you hear that? Wake up.”
“Hmm,” he mumbled, blinking heavily as he turned towards me. He sighed as his eyes fluttered open. “Elena,” he whispered sleepily. His eyes leisurely roamed over the red lace nightie I was wearing, lingering on my breasts for a minute. I was awake till twelve, waiting for him, but he didn't
