Chapter 21 Hugos reproduces new models

Noah's breath was getting stronger, and if I let this go any further, I was afraid this dressing room was gonna turn into a double room of the hotel.

“Noah... Calm down...” I whispered in his ear, but he seemed to turn a deaf ear. “This was not a good time.”In an attempt to dissuade him, I even uttered this little remark, implying that, if a better time had come, I would have done as he asked.

Luckily, his cell phone in his pants pocket rang. However, he didn't seem to be about to pick it up. His hands were busy running back and forth over the smooth and uncovered nape of my neck. The phone rang again, and Noah slowly regained consciousness. He took the phone out of his pocket, and when he saw the caller ID, he let me go. But he still didn't pick it up.

“Thank you, Steve Jobs.” I joked that if he hadn't invented the Iphones, I didn't think anyone could have interrupted great Mr. Hugo at this moment to stop him from making out with me.

“Actually, you should thank Martin Cooper.”Noah