My phone has been ringing from the bedside table, and I hate it. I have ignored the first three calls, but it is not stopping.
I lazily stirred from my position, rubbing my eyes open, and the first thing that came into my sight is a sleeping Kino. His face looked so relaxed while his arms are around my waist.
I pursed my lips and immediately blushed when I remembered what happened last night. We were both intoxicated by lust and carnal desire. I am not even expecting him to honor his words last night. He could just be lonely. I don’t know. Or maybe I just don’t want to get my hopes up because I don’t want to get hurt in the end.
I hate expecting and getting hurt in the end.
I slowly removed his arm over my waist and crawled to answer the phone without even bothering to look at the c
