"What in the--" The voice startled him, and the light snapped on.
He blinked for a moment or two, not so much because of the sudden transition from darkness to light, but rather the unexpected presence of a woman in his bedroom. There hadn't been one there in nearly seven years, so evidenced by the masculinity of the furnishings, though here and there were a few touches that still reminded him of Carmen--including their wedding portrait still hanging on the wall. But it wasn't Carmen he was concerned with now, but the one who was there now.
"Ebony? Is that you?" he asked, peering at her, "What on earth are you doing here?" He noticed the open window. "And why did you break in through the window? The front door works just fine, I promise."
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He blinked for a moment or two, not so much because of the sudden transition from darkness to light, but rather the unexpected presence of a woman in his bedroom. There hadn't been one there in nearly seven years, so evidenced by the masculinity of the furnishings, though here and there were a few touches that still reminded him of Carmen--including their wedding portrait still hanging on the wall. But it wasn't Carmen he was concerned with now, but the one who was there now.
"Ebony? Is that you?" he asked, peering at her, "What on earth are you doing here?" He noticed the open window. "And why did you break in through the window? The front door works just fine, I promise."