On the floor?
Michael's head was still buried in her neck as the buzzing phone vibrated on the table; he lifted his lusty eyes slowly and peeked at it, and as though he was under a trance before and just regained his senses, he lifted his head off her. Diana's breath was still ragged and it took her a moment to get herself together.
When she finally did, she looked at him; Michael slid his hand off her and put her shirt in order. Her face was still flushed from the makeout session and she was still clinging onto him.
He kissed her chin and stretched his hand, picking up her phone;
''You should answer it; '' the call had ended and it began to ring again. She licked her lower lip and took the phone from him, drawing in a deep breath; she came down from his body.
Michael brushed his hand through his hair. He looked like he was fighting with himself. She watched him swallow saliva and stand up from the couch;