Gavin's POV
The doorbell wouldn't quit.
One sharp ring. Then another. Then a third that stretched on like whoever was out there had decided to lean on the damn thing and camp out for the morning. I buried my face deeper into the pillow, hoping the noise would just disappear. Julia was still dead to the world, her warm body pressed against mine, and I was still buried inside her, hard as steel from our night together. She felt perfect like this, all soft curves and quiet breaths, fitting against me like we were two pieces of the same puzzle. The last thing I wanted was to move.
But that doorbell had other plans.
The second I pulled out, Julia stirred with this sleepy little sound that went straight to my dick.
"Don't you dare," she mumbled, her hand already sliding down my stomach, fingers wrapping around me like she could just guide me back where I belonged.
