Knock.
Knock.
Dominique groaned, rolling over in bed and burying his face in the pillow. The knocking continued, persistent and annoying.
Who the hell would be at his door at this hour? Jason had gone out somewhere, so he couldn't even yell at his friend to get it.
He stumbled out of bed, wearing only loose sleep pants, his hair a complete disaster. He rubbed his eyes as he shuffled toward the door, ready to unleash a stream of complaints on whoever dared disturb his sleep.
He yanked the door open.
"Who—"
The word died in his throat.
Hazel stood there.
His eyes went wide. He blinked once. Twice. Rubbed them again to make sure he wasn't dreaming.
"Hazelnut?" The word slipped out before his brain could catch up.
Hazel stared at him, her expression shifting from drunk confusion to shock. "Nut?"
