Masa’s fingers grip my waist, and I become lost in a haze. My brain shorts out, taking in the world around me, his living room and us on the couch, naked and unwilling to move to the bedroom. The morning sun slants in the window, the day blazing to life. Masa groans in my ear and bites my earlobe.
Beep, beep, beep. “What is that?” I lift myself up off of him, and he’s on the phone. “Masa, why are you on the phone?”