The phone rings on the nightstand awakening my senses to a warm breeze fanning my hair, and a snug weight anchoring my legs and waist. Then I remember everything from the passionate beginning in my foyer to this entangled moment. The instant I turn my head to his breath"s rhythmic rise and fall, the phone disturbs the silence and the sleeping man beside me again.
“The phone…babe, you awake?”
“Mmm-hmm,” I grumble, annoyed someone"s calling so late. Removing his arm from my waist, I grab the mobile and squint at the caller I. D., displaying anonymous caller. I accept the call and answer, “Hello.”
Rapid breathing, footsteps, and city noise overshadow the caller"s voice. “Hello.”
A woman"s voice sounds muted through the phone.
I can"t hear you. Can you speak louder.” I jump when his lips
