I get awakened brusquely from my sleep because of repetitive knocking.
“What the hell,” Ramona groans, rubbing her eyes.
“Must be our make-up and dressing team,” I say, lying back down.
“Oh, my Goddess!”
I jerk up as Ramona practically jumps out of bed. "What the hell is this?”
“It’s just Drake." I chuckle, caressing...