Slow and Gentle

"Hello, Director, are you there?" a voice called from the other end of the line.

Mila's face remained on Zyran's thigh as she questioned all the life decisions she'd ever made that led her to this moment.

"Sir?"

Zyran exhaled softly, his eyes closed. "Let's put the meeting on hold... tomorrow I'll be—" Realizing he was getting married the next day, Zyran paused.

"Use every detail I've sent for sales and have positive results on my desk by next week. I'll be attending my wedding tomorrow," he said, ending the call with a beep. Then he stared down to face his problem.

Once the call had ended, Mila slowly raised her face, which had turned red.

"I-I thought something was crawling, and then I turned around... and saw my ha-nd on it... so." Mila paused, wiping the sweat on the side of her face that had formed from the pressure of speaking to Zyran.

In the process, she smeared more oil on the side of her face.

"I-I didn't know you'll—"