It was Nathan Moore's ringtone, a monotonous melody chiming incessantly.
"...Nathan, your phone..." Titus Zane slightly lifted his neck, avoiding Nathan's lips; his swan-like neck rose gracefully.
He didn't resist Nathan's advances, he just wanted to confirm whether he would feel repulsed as he did with other men when it came down to the final step.
"Ignore it!" Three words, filled with impatience and urgency, as Nathan's handsome face continued to explore, buried in Titus Zane's neck.
Yet that ringtone kept on incessantly, as if it wouldn't stop until the call was answered, scattering Titus Zane's thoughts, his palm propping up Nathan's handsome face.
"Nathan..."
"Shh..." With a tender tone, like a sigh, he then sealed those lips that were spoiling the mood with a kiss - a kiss so gentle and absorbing, drawing one into a deep spell.
Just as passion was about to peak, Nathan Moore's muscular body tensed, and he carried the disheveled woman into the bedroom.
