Jeremy had been calling me a few times now, and when I came out of the bathroom, I was startled that Paul was standing on the edge of my bed, staring at the incoming call.
“Aren’t you going to answer him?” He asked as he picked it up, pulled me to him, and gave the gadget to me.
I pursed my lips as my forehead creased, taking the phone from him. I hesitated if I wanted to answer it or not now that Paul had started kissing my nape. My lips parted, gasping for air and moaning with pleasure, but the phone kept on crying on us.
He stopped nipping on my nape and whispered, “Answer it, Sai. Jeremy wouldn’t let our souls rest tonight unless he heard your voice.”
I heaved a deep sigh as I walked towards the balcony, but my eyes were fixed on Paul, who was looking at my drawings on my tablet
