We take a moment to collect ourselves, and I gently detach from the intimate encounter, with Michael releasing his hold on me. I make an effort to appear presentable, and he does the same.
"Damn," he mutters under his breath.
Choosing to confront reality first, I open the front door to find his best friend standing there.
"Did I interrupt something?" Nazif inquires, a smirk playing on his lips.
He surveys us, noting our flour-dusted shirts.
Neither Michael nor I respond, and I begin to remove sprinkles from my hair.
"I thought I heard something... perhaps the sound of someone calling Michael's name," Nazif remarks, placing a hand on his forehead as if regretting his words.
I feel my cheeks flush deeply and instinctively push Michael in front of me to hide my embarrassment.
"Aren't
