"I don't think I can let you go this time around," Jim whispered as he kissed Amy as if there was no tomorrow.
Amy and Jim were still kissing passionately when Amy's phone rang.
"I need to answer my phone," Amy said, catching her breath. She got up and walked toward her bedroom. The moment she closed the door, Amy's knees trembled, and her heart wailed like a siren.
'What the hell?' Amy thought and touched her lips.
Back in the living room, Jim sat frozen. His heart danced in delight. To ease his tense body, Jim started to do push-ups.
'1…. Think happy thoughts.'
' 2... Think happy thoughts.'
'3… think happy thoughts' ***images of Amy under his flushed and intoxicated body flashed on his brain.
"Dammit, this won't do." Jim got up and went straight to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Jim noticed it was almost lunch, 'what's a better way to keep my mind from wandering but cooking.' Jim thought and opened Amy's fridge to see if he could make something out.
