Of sex and interruption.

(ARIELLE'S POV)

A bile rose in the pit of my stomach after Jared left, making me lose appetite. What notification could have arrived in his phone that made his countenance change in seconds? I wondered.

I turned around and craned my neck in the direction he took, hoping to get a glimpse of him, but I saw nothing. For a moment, I thought of going after him to spy, but thought against it. I would rather wait for him to return and inquire what the notification he received was about. And so I waited.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to go away for that long,” Jared's voice sounded as he rejoined me. And then he glanced at my food, and up at me. “You stopped eating?”

“You didn't expect me to keep eating when I saw how upset you looked by the notification you got on your phone, did you?” I asked, displeased.

“It was nothing serious. Come on, let's resume eating,” he said in a dismissive tone.

“What was the notification about?” I blurted, my eyes trained on him.

Jared looked surprised, like he did