But just like everything else in this world, peaceful moments never lasted long.
The sudden ring of a mobile phone pierced the silence, sharp and jarring, like a needle pricking a bubble.
Both of them snapped out of it. She instinctively pulled away, slipping out from under his arm. Her cheeks flushed as she wrapped the sheet around herself in one quick motion, not out of modesty exactly, but more like reflex, somewhere between embarrassment and nerves. Her heart was still racing, though now for an entirely different reason.
There was a trace of panic on her face, part shyness, part embarrassment, as her eyes darted around the room for the source of the noise.
Her expression flickered between relief and irritation, and when the ringtone repeated, her lips pressed together in frustration.
It was hers.
Just from the ringtone, she could tell that it was her phone.
