Taylor was sleeping soundly in her bed, when the shrill sound of her doorbell awakened her. She quickly grabbed her cell phone, checking the time. "It's only eight in the freaking morning? Who in the HELL is here at eight in the morning?"
She throws on some pants and a jacket over her pink silk teddy, opens the door to her apartment and starts down the stairs, key to the front door in her hand. As she descends the stairs, she realizes that Alex is the one awakening her from her quiet slumber. A flutter of apprehension mixed with desire shoots up and down her body.
When she unlocks the door, he comes inside and waits for her to shut it again. Then Alex follows her up the stairs, very close behind her. Nothing has been said between the two of them, as the last time they saw each other, there was nothing left to say. He had a girlfriend, and it wasn't Taylor. She ended the relationship. Clearly, Alex wanted more.
Taylor wasn't saying anything because she didn't know what to say. "Why is he here?" Is all she could think, along with, "Do I want him to be here? Should I have even let him in?"
When they got into her apartment, he slammed the door behind them and locked it. At the sound of the door slamming, Taylor whipped around "Wha—?"