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The next few days became exhausting for all of us. After Lauren's birthday, we had three days to do whatever we want because the upcoming weeks would consist of rehearsals and preparation for the tour. Everybody was going crazy about it. We received tons of invitations to interviews and events but Halsey only selected a few to accept because she didn't want to wore us out too much. We were still also in the process of recording the songs we made for our sophomore album. I had a hard time catching sleep because of the meetings I've been having for my modeling for Calvin Klein. I couldn't balance my time for meetings, interviews, recording, rehearsals, and my personal time for myself or for Lauren.

But right now, I had time with her, and it was quarter-to-ten in the evening and we were currently making out on my bed.

The half of my body was hovering over Lauren, my hand resting on her hip as it would slide up and down casually. She had her hands clawing on my back, pulling me closer to her as if she needed to feel more. How couldn't she? When our upper body was already naked, our hardened nipples grazing each other every now and then. She was on her shorts as I was on my jeans from the clothes we had been wearing after rehearsals. I felt her lift her leg over my hips, and she straddled me in one quick motion as our lips never left each other. She knew how much it turns me on when she straddles me and I felt my heart beating erratically because of the action.

I gripped on her waist, my hands slowly sliding to her toned stomach as she slid her tongue past my mouth. I shivered, my fingertips tracing the underside of her breasts. She moaned against my mouth when I reached her nipples, breaking the kiss. But she needed to keep her mouth occupied so she went down to my jaw, nipping on my skin until she was sucking on my earlobe.

I bucked my hips against hers and I groaned at the contact of our clothed centers as she moaned once again. Just as she was about to bite on my sweet spot, her teeth already enclosing my skin but not too hard yet, my phone rang on my nightstand.

"Ignore it," she said breathlessly, continuing her work on my neck.

And I did. Because I was too caught up in the heat of the moment that I started massaging Lauren's mounds, earning a throaty moan from the other girl. Fuck.

The ringing stopped. Lauren was giving me hickies and we were barely touching each other but she already had my eyes spinning to the back of my head. She had always been good with her mouth—no matter what place she was working with it. I couldn't help but groan—now in irritation and not pleasure—when my phone rang again. It could've been a fan who got my number. But then, calls and messages from people who weren't in my phone couldn't easily contact me so I knew it could be something important.

It could be.

"Babe, I gotta answer this," I said, gently pushing on Lauren's chest.

She pulled away halfheartedly and I knew she was close in getting pissed off by being interrupted. It was another opportunity taken away from us when we had the rest of the night to ourselves after the past stressing days and we'd get interrupted like this. If the call was related to work, she'd definitely flip. She still looked cute anyway. Lauren sighed before sitting up, keeping her place on my hip as I reached for my phone.