Our first kiss after months lasted for five minutes. It started right in front of the door and ended after I brought her down on her long couch.
Well, we didn’t end it in a natural way. We were interrupted by the loud ringtone of her phone.
I removed myself from on top of her and let her get the phone that she left in her kitchen.
Although a bit reluctant to stand up and answer the call, I gestured for her to do so. It’s either her manager or her parents checking on her. Certainly, that’s not the first time they called. How long did she spend outside? Two or three hours at most. It’s already a wonder why they didn’t drive here to check on her if all she left for them was a simple message that she’s going out to breathe in the fresh air.
“Mom. I’m already home!”
“I left you a message, didn’t I?”
“No. No one recognized me.”