On the third day, as I lay in Matias’s arms, I idly reached for my phone and found a series of missed calls, all from Clayton.
I tossed the phone aside without a second thought, sinking back into Matias’s warm embrace and drifting off once more.
By the afternoon, the phone rang again, and this time, Matias answered it.
"Looking for Irene? She’s still asleep. If you need something, you can talk to me."
There was a stunned pause on the other end before Clayton’s voice erupted in fury.
"Matias! You… Are you with Irene?"
"What are you doing? Hand the phone to my wife!"
Matias chuckled, his tone as calm as it was biting.
"But she’s lying in my arms, sleeping soundly. Should I kiss her awake for you?"
