Chapter 77

“Shit.” Jyeon pulls away, flinching and letting go to search his inside jacket pocket with one hand, without moving away from me entirely. I felt it too. The intrusive vibrations of his cell phone in his breast pocket cutting into the hotness of what we were doing. “Great fucking timing,” he murmurs, kissing me on the nose in such a cute boy way with a dimpled, cheeky, but happy smile before hauling it out and frowning at the screen. I almost self-combust with swoon overload at that random and unexpected, sweet affection. Embarrassed now we’re face to face and no longer making out, and yet he’s acting like it was the most natural thing.

Still, his arm is around my waist, so I am held to him, and his hand is very comfortably resting over my butt cheek where he was gripping a second ago. One of my hands on his shoulder and the other on my chest to calm my erratic breathing.

“Gimme a sec. I have no idea who this is. It might be important.” He frowns at the screen, letting g