Chapter Seventy Three: Catching Up On Old Times

Celine The repetitive chime of the doorbell stirred me awake. "Who's there?" I groaned, stretching awake. My eyes were still closed, heavily lidded with sleep. "Should I check?" I heard a husky masculine voice ask, and my eyes opened in a flash. "Morning," Trevor leaned closer to plant a kiss on the side of my mouth. Right! We had spent the night together. "I thought you would have left," I breathed weakly. "Sorry to disappoint." He winked at me. The sound of the doorbell interrupted my response to his words, and I slipped out of bed. I tugged on my night dress sprawled on the floor along with his clothes and quickly draped it on, slipping in a rush into my slippers. The doorbell was becoming more impatient this time. Who on earth was behind that door? I had a suspicion whom it could be, so I turned at the door, saying to Trevor, "Don't come out, please, till I see whomever it is off." He sat languidly on the bed, throwing one powerful arm over his head, as he reclined