Before the blast, Zariah and Nathaniel were greedily fulfilling their lost passion. They were sharing a pleasurable moment, bodies linked together.

“Aren’t you getting late?”

Laughing huskily, she placed her hand in between which he removed instantly.

“Fuck that,” He growled before capturing her lips in his hungrily.

He had aching for her for a long time, control was slipping through the crack. He needed her- badly.

But during their burning moment, his phone rang, having a different ringtone that alarmed him.

Growling at the call, he pulled away breathlessly, brown hairs scattering on his forehead.

Not bothering to wear a shirt as he grabbed his phone from the side...