She loved that about him.
Dylan placed another tender kiss on her lips and then turned to look at her, caressing her face gently. “I’ll be right back,” he whispered softly to her before kissing her forehead again.
Just seconds later, his cellphone rang loudly. They both glanced over to where Dylan had tossed his cell phone to the foot of the bed, only to see that there was already a text message from Violetta’s mother informing them that she was home. Dylan groaned quietly, knowing that he wouldn’t have enough time to finish reading his draft and sending it to the publisher before she arrived home.
“Don’t answer it, honey. You’re going to lose your concentration,” Violetta urged him. “It’s alright, I’ll pick it up later and send it to you when you’re done. Okay?”
He nodded reluctantly
