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I saw the hunger on his face, the way his chest heaved. Somewhere in the house a phone started ringing. The landline. The one only our parents used when they couldn’t reach our cells. Kael’s hand was still between my legs, slick fingers resting against my throbbing clit. He didn’t move. Neither did I. The phone kept ringing.

"Claire! Where are you? You can't just vanish on our wedding day. If you miss today, there's no do-over!" "Who says I'm missing anything?" My voice was a whisper, a phone in my hand. The grand church music played through the call, freezing Samuel in place. "Where are you? What are you doing?!" A faint smile crossed my lips. "I'm getting married."

“Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring!” “Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring!” “Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring!” Ken Li, who just came out of his many meetings was barely rested before his phone started ringing. He decided to ignore the call but the phone kept ringing hence he didn’t have much choice but to go and put the phone on silence so he can rest a bit before the next meeting. He got to his coffee table and took the phone, the caller stopped him in his tracks and the actions he initially intended to do.

I read fifty pages of the novel from her nightstand, which has her handwriting in the margins—observations, disagreements, occasional single words like no or exactly underlined twice—and it is, I think, the most Maya thing I have ever encountered, this running conversation she is having with a book, this refusal to be a passive audience to anything. By ten I have run out of useful things to do and I am sitting on the couch with my phone in my hand, not looking at it, looking at the courtyard through the window where the fig tree is doing its quiet October thing, losing the last of its leaves with a patience I find, this morning, instructive. I check the time. I do not call her. I check the t

I can’t even turn on the TV without seeing some news report about the horrific Alpha gathering. But then, I’m sitting on my couch, trying to read a book although I’m not comprehending any of the words, when it happens. My phone rings. Without a moment’s hesitation, I throw my book down and practically leap across the room. “Hello?” I answer breathlessly without even checking the caller ID. There’s a pause, and then a man’s voice on the other end. “Is this Abby?” “Yes,” I reply cautiously. “How can I help you?”

The lack of attention felt like a second abandonment, sharper and colder than the first. Suddenly, the silence of the room was punctured by the shrill, jarring ring of her phone. Naomi didn't move. She stared at Michael’s eyes printed on the wall, her own eyes glassy and unfocused, as if the ringtone were a sound coming from another dimension. She let it ring until the vibration threatened to send her half-eaten bag of Salt-Crusted Pretzels sliding across the floor. With a heavy, reluctant movement, she reached out, her fingers fumbling blindly until she snatched the device from the chaos. She didn't look at the screen. She didn't look away from the wall.

**ring ring ring** My eyes widened at the sound of his ringtone ringing. Someone is calling him. Casually, Brandon removed his hand from my breast and answered his phone with one hand. I glanced up to see him press his phone against his ear casually as if it was the most normal thing in the world. Multi-tasking was something very easy and basic for Brandon. --To be continued…

My phone. I turn around looking for it, moving my hands blindly around the bed, trying to find it, but I don’t get to it on time as the buzing stops. I open one eye to see Jo’s name on the screen. I take a deep breath, and as I am about to press the green button to call her, my phone starts ringing again, and Richard’s name appears on the screen.

Ring* Ring* Ring* The sound of a phone ringing made me snap my eyes open. His hands slowly retreated from me as he showed me a mocking, regretful face. I quickly pulled my skirt down to cover my legs as I watched Rowan press his phone to the side of his face. "Yes, we’re just about done now. Sure, we can meet you two in the living room. Okay, see you soon," Rowan spoke into the phone as he kept his eyes on me.

The shrill ring of my phone echoed from the kitchen island, cutting through the silence. “That’s loud,” Aaron noted, his voice dropping an octave. I laughed, though it felt a bit strained. “The walls are paper-thin in this place. Every sound carries.” I slipped out of bed, grabbing a discarded shirt to cover myself as I padded into the kitchen. The phone was already on its second ring. I pulled it out of my bag, and my heart sank when I saw the name on the screen: Orrick. I took a breath and answered. “Hello?”