Alfie went through a mental list of every Greek god he could think of and promptly cursed all those fuckers to hell. Or the underworld. Whatever. Who the hell was texting him? He was so going to have some words with them when he found out. Everything was going so well. Laney had even changed her position, making it easier for them to reach each other. But no, his damn cell phone had to interrupt them. With a sigh, he reluctantly pulled his hand away from her and pulled his phone out of his pocket. WHAT?
"It's my dad," he said, quickly replying something, pausing, changing his mind and deleting it before replying with something else. "He's coming home early. Wants me to cook with him." Fuck my fucking life, Alfie thought to himself. He was almost 15! Didn't he have any privacy around here? He pushed his phone back into his pocket before it vibrated again. "Mother fucking--" He pulled it out and with another sigh, replied to it.
"Sorry," he said, looking back at her. He so wanted to keep this up. He wasn't about to let her leave tonight without feeling at least a little bit of skin. Oh come on! He was 15 for crying out loud!