The phone call brings my sanity back and I jump from Seth's lap, clutching the towel around me. I'm sure that my face is flushed and I look like a ripe tomato.
I lean on the wall trying to catch my breath and Seth is just seated on the bed looking at me.
"Are you okay?" He asks with an unsure tone, his tongue flicking over his lower lip.
Damn.
"Why wouldn't I be? Answer the call."
"I don't have to. Come here baby."
"Seth, just answer the call. It might be someone important."
"Whatever. While I'm at it, you better put your clothes on. Next time a phone call won't stop me."
By the time I get my mind back long enough to gasp, he is pressing the phone to his ear, his face creased as he stares at me absent mindedly.
I tug on the pair of jeans and a plain white T-shirt that he got for m
