Ivanna
Reality hits us with my phone ringing somewhere. I strive to get away from his hold but he doesn't let me go. He is still staring at me in muse.
"Chris," I whisper, squirming in his arms. "My phone is buzzing"
"Let it buzz," he husks.
The air becomes heavy between us and I know if I let it go with the flow, we'll end up on the bed like always. We always do that after a mess and I don't know how intense s*x makes it all easy for a while.
Just for a while.
I don't want a temporary convenience. Nor do I want to solve it every time like this. He tucks my hair behind my ear as I hear my phone buzzing again.
"It could be important," I mumble, closing my eyes when he rubs my cheek with his thumb.
"Not more important than making you feel better," he whispers.
"I don't want it now,
