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55. Teasing Away Embarrassment
Rima’s POV
A consistent knock on the door roused me from my deep slumber. I groaned and turned to the other side, willing whoever was knocking to go away if I kept my eyes closed and ignored them. I was dead tired, I didn’t want to wake up for at least ten more hours. Jacob's bed was like a cloud, soft and warm, hugging my tired body in a cocoon of comfort.
But the knocking continued, insistent and unyielding. With a sigh of resignation, I forced my eyes open, squinting at the dim light filtering into the room. My watch read eight-thirty in the evening. With my body protesting every movement, I hauled myself out of the comfortable bed and trudged towards the door, ready to dismiss whoever dared to disturb my much-needed rest.
As I swung the door open, I found Jacob standing in the hallway. His raised fist hung in mid-air, a surprised look on his face swiftly transforming into a smirk "Hey there, sleepy" he greeted me, his eyes twinkling with mirth "T
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