Honeymoon

His phone rang beside him. She glanced over to check the caller ID, the digits were saved with dad. She decided to call his attention since the call might be important.

“Richard,” She shouted, enough for him to hear in the bathroom.

The moment she called him, Richard was on his way sidling out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist. Water was drenching his bare chest, he looked more luscious than ever. Even Charlene couldn't take her eyes off him when they settled on his torso. She gulped anxiously and cleared her throat when it constricted.

“Erm… ” She stuttered.

He lifted a brow since he hadn't figured out what was making her nervous. “What's the matter?” He inquired.

Eventually, she was able to look away, because if she didn't she wouldn't be about to get her voice back. “Uhm...you have a call. It's dad.” She divulged quietly.

He sauntered toward the bed to take the phone. She took the phone and extended it to him. “Thanks.” He collected the phone and then