( the phone buzzes quickly and when he looks at it, his heart sinks into the pit of his stomach as a flush rises on his cheeks. the pillows he’d thrown the phone against look tempting but he doubts he could smother himself quick enough.
had he chosen another photo perhaps he could rely on skill to talk his way out of it but not this.
it takes a while to answer. he groans as he does. )Yes. I’m sorry, mother, I did not intend to disturb you.
( and though she will likely see through him and have no qualms with the truth: )I was asked to model.
no subject
had he chosen another photo perhaps he could rely on skill to talk his way out of it but not this.
it takes a while to answer. he groans as he does. ) Yes. I’m sorry, mother, I did not intend to disturb you.
( and though she will likely see through him and have no qualms with the truth: ) I was asked to model.
( wait. that sounds worse… )