Seconds felt like minutes as Freda and Reginald remained still, their gazes locked, breaths shallow.
Neither of them moved, the warmth of their accidental closeness sending an odd tension through the air.
Then, the ringing of the phone abruptly stopped.
The silence that followed made Reginald blink rapidly, as if snapping back to reality. His lips parted slightly, but no words came out.
'Hey,'
Freda arched a brow, silently urging Reginald to move, but he remained frozen, his lips still dangerously close to hers.
Her fingers twitched against the fabric of Reginald suit, and when he still didn't budge as Freda let out an exasperated sigh.
With a firm grip, she pushed against his chest and shoved him onto the bed beside, attempting to create some distance between them.
