Karl trailed his soft kisses downwards, on the smooth skin of her neck, kissing, licking, sucking and nibbling it. And before he could enjoy that moment a little longer, Zeva's phone... rang.
"..."
Zeva came back to her senses from the high clouds that Karl's kisses were taking her to. She pulled out, and said, "Let me check." Saying so, she composed herself, before taking out her phone from the backpack.
And Karl's face had instantly turned gloomy. Why did that stupid phone always have to ring when they were sharing some good moments together!
When Zeva pulled out her phone, and Karl saw the caller ID, he got infuriated again. His demenor turned cold and scary, and she gazed at the caller ID. Him again?
But oblivious to his growing discomfort and anger, Zeva's eyes widened when she saw the caller ID. She had forgotten a major thing!