Anna's eyes widened in disbelief, her flushed face turning toward the door. Daniel let out a frustrated sigh, still catching his breath, his hand tightening around her waist as if he could will the interruption away.
"Seriously?" he muttered, voice husky and laced with irritation.
The persistent knocking continued, completely ruining the fragile quiet between them.
Anna buried her face in his chest, groaning. "Can't people pick a worse time?" she muttered thinking she was whispering to herself.
But then Daniel chuckled, though his expression had already shifted, the warmth fading into a mix of annoyance and reluctant amusement. "Whoever that is," he said under his breath, "they better have a death wish."
Another knock followed, louder this time, making Anna jolt slightly. She moved to pull away, but Daniel's hand held her still, his lips brushing against her temple.
"Don't," he murmured, his tone low and possessive. "Let them wait."
