The Mood’s Ruined

Kira threw her arms around Austyn’s neck, drew him in and planted a kiss on his lips. It was unclear whether her husband saw through the ploy. Austyn spent the next two minutes returning and deepening the kiss. They were both out of breath by the time their lips parted. A warm feeling spread through Kira’s limbs. Her body relaxed. Whether it was the alcohol or the kiss that was making her giddy, she wasn’t sure. Austyn had not lost sight of his second request. Sensing that Kira wasn’t in a hurry to undress, he decided to take matters into his own hands. He distracted her with the kiss while his right hand deftly undid the first two buttons of her pyjama top. He was moving on to the third when his phone launched into a piercing trill. Kira opened her eyes, panting. She pushed at Austyn, lying on top of her. ‘Your phone.’ ‘Leave it.’ ‘At least see who’s calling. What if it’s something important?’ Kira needed the time to catch her breath anyway. Austyn furrowed his brows. If he found out