His kissing skills were exceptional, leaving me intoxicated and craving more.
But at that moment, my phone rang.
I pretended not to hear it.
Instead, Caleb took my shoulder and gently pushed me away, lifting his chin to my phone. "You have a call."
"I'm not answering," I said.
He glanced at the screen. "Your mom's calling."
I had been silently cursing whoever had the audacity to interrupt us at such an inopportune time.
It turned out to be my own mother!
I reluctantly released Caleb and turned to grab my cell phone, my voice tinged with a whine, "Mom, what's the matter?"
"Sarah, you need to come back right away. Your dad's in the hospital!"
"What happened?"
"He fell off the balcony trying to catch a thief!"
My mind reeled as if a bomb had gone off.
Had it not been for Caleb's swift reflexes, my phone would have slipped from my grasp and plunged into the water.
He gathered me into his arms and we left the hot spring together. His voice was a steady anchor in the chaos, "Don't panic, I'm taking you to the hospital now."
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Upon reaching the locker room, my hands were shaking so badly that I could barely hold on to my underwear.