Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
A heavy thumping on my bedroom door jolted me awake. I blinked, my head fuzzy, and glanced at the digital clock on my nightstand. 9:00 AM. "f**k," I whispered, my voice thick with sleep. I had completely passed out after the heat of last night.
"Angel, open up. Now."
Vaughan.
His voice was like a bucket of ice water. I scrambled out of bed, my heart already starting that familiar, frantic dance against my ribs. I tripped over my own feet as I reached the door and swung it open. Vaughan was standing there, and the sight of him made the air leave my lungs.
He was wearing a loose, thin white singlet with a deep U-neck that dipped almost to his stomach. It showed off every inch of his hard, tanned chest and the dark ink of the tattoos that crawled over his shoulders. H
