Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
Jon and I had just made the sweetest love in our private cabin’s shower on the last night of our all-inclusive resort vacation. We cuddled in together under the pure white comforter, my head on his chest and his hand mindlessly rubbing my arm. His breathing was even, and in the stillness of the night, the jerking of the locked doorknob startled me.
I sat up tall in the bed and listened. It came again with a loud thudding sound. As if someone was trying to break in. “Jon!” I hissed and shook his chest. “Someone’s at the door.” He blinked his sleepy eyes open, and the loud rattling sounded again.
“Stay here,” He growled as he climbed from the bed.