The kiss kept going, deeper and hungrier than before. Sean’s hands were under my shirt, mine were in his hair, and for a few perfect seconds, nothing else existed.

Then his phone started ringing.

The sharp sound cut straight through the moment. He groaned against my mouth, his forehead dropping to mine.

“Ignore it,” I whispered.

It kept ringing.

He pulled back just enough to check the screen, his jaw tightening. “I have to take this.”

“Sean...”

“I’m sorry.”

He answered, already stepping away, his voice shifting into that professional tone I hated. Whatever the call was about, it didn’t last long, but the mood was gone. When he hung...