"Marcus, someone's here! Get up!"
Under his teasing, Willow had already gone completely soft, her resistance slipping away as she let herself lean into him, ready to give in to whatever he wanted. But the sharp ring of the doorbell snapped her back to reality. She pushed against him urgently, her voice flustered.
"Just ignore it."
He barely even paused, clearly unwilling to let the moment slip away so easily. Reaching for her pink bra, he moved as if he fully intended to help her put it on himself.
"Ding… ding…"
The bell rang again, louder this time, more insistent.
Marcus frowned.
'Seriously? Who keeps ringing like that? If no one answers, it means no one's home. Take the hint.'
"Babe, were you expecting someone?" Reluctantly, he stopped and glanced at her.
"No. I only got back yesterday. Hardly anyone knows I'm here."
She shook her head, just as confused as he was.
"Marcus… what time is it?"
