FOURTY FIVE

Michael lifted me and made me sit on his lap as we went back to kissing again. I felt my body igniting those tingly sensations, but it wasn’t long-lasting; it kept coming and going at the same time, maybe because I had grown too tired of the kisses and wanted more from him.

Michael slid his hand under my shirt while maintaining eye contact. He unclasped my bra, and I felt my nipple raise with the slight touch of his fingers. Michael took his time watching me plead with my eyes. I was on the verge of taking his hands and just making him grab them.

At that same moment, Michael's phone vibrated from his pocket. He took it out, and on seeing the caller, he suddenly became serious. He held my lips to keep silent while he took the call.

Whoever it seemed to be more important than me, I grew tired of waiting as I lost momentum and just slid my way out of his laps and sat on the chair. He hung up soon after, and by then I had