The doorbell in my old apartment rang, sharp and out of place, dragging me out of my sleep. I blinked, the edges of my vision still foggy from everything. For a second, I thought I had imagined it. Who in their right mind would've rung out doorbell at noon?
I was beginning to regret ever installing that damned thing.
Ravić, bless him, pushed himself out of bed with a low groan. He grabbed his pants and pulled them on before shrugging into a shirt. Then he shot me a look, reassuring and protective, before walking out of the bedroom to check who it was.
I already missed his warmth beside me, and was seconds away from cursing whoever decided to ruin our peace in the middle of the day, when a familiar voice floated into the living room. Muffled. Feminine. Nina.
I pushed up onto my elbows, trying to make out their conversation. But before I could, Ravić had already reappeared into our bedroom, closing the door behind him with a soft click.
