They pulled away, breathless, their foreheads touching as they tried to steady themselves. Bianca's cheeks were flushed, her lips tingling from the intensity of their connection.
But the fragile peace shattered when Adrian's phone rang on the coffee table, its vibration cutting through their silence like a blade.
He froze, his jaw tightening as he glanced at the screen. The name "Emily" illuminated the display, stark and unforgiving.
Bianca tensed beside him, her expression shifting from blissful to uneasy. "You should answer that," she murmured, her voice barely audible.
Adrian hesitated, his thumb hovering over the screen before he accepted the call. "Hello?" he said, his tone strained but composed.
Bianca rose from the couch, her movements deliberate as she excused herself. "I'll be in the bathroom," she whispered, disappearing down the hallway.
Adrian turned his attention back to the call, his heart pounding.
