Call Girl

"It's better not to," Ella quickly said as she tried to get up, but her waist gave out, and she collapsed back onto the bed. Squinting her eyes, she felt the drowsiness creeping back over her. "Honey… you go brush your teeth first."

"Alright, you take a little nap. We can eat breakfast in the car later," Eric replied.

Eric, a car enthusiast, rarely ate in the car. However, he would make an exception whenever Ella was running late for school.

Ella mumbled an embarrassed agreement and closed her eyes again, feeling utterly exhausted. Last night, he had been… a bit too intense.

Watching her snuggle back into the blankets like a sleepy little caterpillar, Eric couldn't help but smile tenderly. He admired her soft, pink-tinged face for a few seconds before turning to head to the bathroom.

Ella, half-asleep, heard a phone ringing on the nightstand. Forcing her eyes open, she realized it was Eric's phone.