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Bailey's pov

I'm breathing hastily as Kaleb kisses me slowly. It was a tender and something about this one was very different.

It felt like a silent conversation between the two of us. A conversation where we both agree to be each other's.

It felt like we were in our own little bubble. Just me and him. Us. Just us two. No one else, just us.

But sometimes a happy little bubble doesn't last. Sometimes things happen to poke it. And pop, it's gone.

The sharp sound of his ringtone or was it mine? I wasn't sure. But it screeched in the air like a dying horse.

Breaking the warm feeling both Kaleb and I were surrounded by.

Kaleb pulls away with a groan, cusses. "Fuck. I guess our time is up flower."

He pecked my lips, groaned again and swept in for another slow kiss, only to be interrupted yet again.

"Dammit." He barked and sat up. Pulling his phone out of his pocket.

I rise into a sitting position, balancing myself on my elbows while he furrowed his brows down at the screen.

"It's Stefan." H