(KRYSTAL'S POV)
My face is pressed into the soft pillow as I sleep, and everything is peaceful and quiet.
Then suddenly, the sharp, piercing sound of the doorbell wakes me up.
I ignore it at first.
But then it rings again.
And again.
And again.
It doesn't stop. It keeps going, rapid and aggressive, like someone's messing with it on purpose.
Val groans from beside me, stretching as he sits up. "Who the fuck is that?"
I crack one eye open, squinting at the faint morning light slipping through the curtains. My vision is foggy as I reach over, my fingers fumbling around the bedside table until I find my phone. The screen lights up in my hand.
6:02 AM.
I let out a small, miserable sound. "Who rings someone's doorbell at six in the morning?"
Val doesn't answer. He just drops his face deeper into his pillow.
Then the ringing finally stops.
Thank God.
We both sink back into the mattress, relaxing again. I pull the blanket under my chin, my eyes drifting shut.
