Ashton was leaning on his chair. His elbow was anchored on the armrest of the chair and the same hand was holding the phone, pressing it to his ear while supporting his head.
"Why did you call? Did you miss me?"
"Yes. I miss you."
*Bang
Ashton's elbow slipped from the armrest, and his phone dropped to the floor.
Snapping out of his shock, Ashton stood up and picked up the phone from the floor.
His heart skipped a beat, and heat creeped on his face. Ashton covered half his face which had turned beet red with his hand.
Pressing the phone back to his ears, he heard Phoenix's panic voice.
"Ashton!"
"Ashton! Are you alright? What's that sound?" There's panic in Phoenix's voice.
Inhaling a much needed air, to suppress the heat on his face, "Sweetheart, warned me before you said things like that. I might have died of heart problems," Ashton complained.
"What did I do?" Phoenix asked innocently.
