You're seated on a desk by Yohannes, his hands roaming your body as you two get closer to each other, pieces of clothing falling to the floor as you grab at each other. But before you can get too deep into it, a phone rings. It's not the office phone on the desk, but Yohannes' phone; discarded on the floor. You only get a glance at it, but it's enough to make you stop. The caller ID reads 'my lovely spouse' with a heart emoji. You slowly look at Yohannes as he clears his throat. "I can explain."
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