Abigail and Jamal were still sound asleep, when a soft knock came on the door.
Then came the small voice that made both Jamal and Abigail's eyes fly open.
"Mommy?" Josh called, turning the knob.
Abigail's heart leaped to her throat as she shot up in bed, pulling away from Jamal's arms.
The faint morning light spilling through the curtains made everything clear, they were both still very naked.
"Oh my God. The door is still locked, right?" Abigail whispered in panic, scrambling to grab the blanket and pull it up to her chest.
"Yes, it is. Relax. What time is it?" he asked groggily, already sitting up.
"How am I supposed to know? We both just woke up," she reminded him.
The knock came again, three short taps this time. "Mommy, the door is locked."
"Give us a minute, buddy," he called out to Josh.
"Why did you respond?" Abigail whispered, "I should have answered. Now he's going to get ideas…"
