Call from Chloe's dad

Just as Josh's lips were about to brush against Chloe's again, her phone buzzed to life on the coffee table, shattering the intimate moment they shared. The sound was like a tiny explosion, making Chloe's heart skip a beat. She felt a pang of disappointment as she pulled back from Josh, her eyes fluttering open to meet his. The warmth of his breath still lingered on her skin, and she could taste the faint sweetness of his lips.

Chloe's gaze drifted to the phone, her heart sinking slightly as she saw her dad's name flashing on the display. She hesitated for a moment, her fingers hovering over the screen as she weighed her options. Josh's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled, his expression understanding.

"It's okay, babe," Josh said, his voice low and gentle.

Chloe's gaze lingered on the phone, her mind torn between answering her dad's call and staying lost in the intimate moment with Josh. She felt a pang of guilt for considering ignoring her dad's call, but a part of her didn't want to break the spell that had been cast between her and Josh. The soft glow of the lamp on the coffee table cast a warm light on Josh's face, illuminating the gentle expression on his features.

Josh's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled, his voice low and gentle. "It's okay, babe," he repeated. "You can answer it. I'll wait." Chloe's heart swelled with affection for Josh's understanding nature, and she felt a surge of gratitude towards him.

Chloe's gaze lingered on the phone for a moment longer, her mind weighing the options. The soft glow of the lamp on the coffee table cast a warm light on Josh's face, illuminating the gentle expression on his features. She felt a gentle nudge from Josh, his hand brushing against hers as he encouraged her to answer the call. The touch sent a shiver down her spine, and she knew she had to answer her dad's call.

With a soft sigh, Chloe reached out and picked up the phone, her fingers wrapping around it as she swiped to answer. The screen lit up, casting a faint blue glow on her face, and she felt a slight pang of guilt for being distracted from the intimate moment with Josh. "Hey, Dad," she said, her voice a little softer than usual, still carrying the warmth of the moment she had shared with Josh.

Josh's eyes never left hers, his expression understanding and patient.

As Chloe's dad's voice came through the phone, warm and familiar, but with a hint of urgency, she felt a pang of concern in her chest. She glanced up at Josh, who was watching her with a curious expression, his eyes crinkled at the corners. The soft glow of the lamp on the coffee table cast a warm light on his face, illuminating the gentle features that she loved.

"What's going on, Dad?" Chloe asked, her voice a little tighter than usual. She felt Josh's eyes on her, and she could sense his interest in the conversation. She shifted slightly in her seat, her hand brushing against Josh's as she leaned forward.

"It's just a bit of a mess, sweetie," her father replied, his voice apologetic.

Chloe's brow furrowed slightly as she listened to her dad's apologetic tone, her mind racing with possibilities. She glanced up at Josh, who was watching her with a concerned expression, his eyes crinkled at the corners.

"What kind of mess, Dad?"

Chloe's brow furrowed slightly as she listened to her dad's apologetic tone, her mind racing with possibilities. She glanced up at Josh, who was watching her with a concerned expression, his eyes crinkled at the corners. "What's going on, Dad?" she repeated, her voice a little tighter than usual.

There was a pause on the other end of the line, and Chloe's grip on the phone tightened slightly. She could sense her dad's hesitation, and her mind began to whirl with worst-case scenarios. Josh's eyes never left hers, his expression understanding and patient. He reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, his touch sending a shiver down her spine.

"It's just the computer, sweetie," her dad said finally, his voice a little sheepish.

Chloe's grip on the phone relaxed slightly as she let out a soft sigh of relief, the tension in her shoulders easing as she leaned back into the plush cushions of the couch. The soft glow of the lamp on the coffee table cast a warm light on Josh's face, illuminating the gentle features that she loved. He was watching her with a curious expression, his eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled, and she felt a pang of affection for him.

"What's going on with the computer, Dad?" Chloe asked, her voice a little softer now, her curiosity piqued. She glanced around the room, taking in the familiar sights of her living room. The TV was still on, the sound muted, and the coffee table was littered with the remnants of their earlier snack. Josh's arm came around her shoulders, pulling her close, and she felt a sense of comfort and security wash over her.

Chloe's brow furrowed slightly as she listened to her dad's explanation, her eyes narrowing in concentration. "Some websites aren't opening, sweetie," he said, his voice tinged with frustration, the sound of keyboard clacking and papers shuffling in the background. "I was trying to pay some bills online, but the pages just won't load."

Chloe's grip on the phone tightened slightly as she felt a pang of concern, her thumb rubbing against the smooth surface of the phone case. She glanced up at Josh, who was watching her with a curious expression, his eyes crinkled at the corners, his eyebrows slightly raised. She could sense his interest in the conversation, and she felt a slight urge to fill him in on what was happening.

Josh's arm came around her shoulders, pulling her close, and she felt a sense of comfort and security wash over her. She leaned into him slightly, her shoulder brushing against his chest, and she could feel the warmth of his body radiating towards her.

Chloe's grip on the phone relaxed slightly as she let out a soft sigh, the tension in her shoulders easing as she leaned back into the plush cushions of the couch. "I'll come home and take a look, Dad," she said, her voice a little softer now, her mind already racing with possible solutions to the problem. She could imagine her father's frustrated face, his brow furrowed in concentration as he stared at the computer screen.

Josh's arm came around her shoulders, pulling her close, and she felt a sense of comfort and security wash over her. He leaned in closer, his warm breath brushing against her ear, and whispered, "Do you want me to come with you?" His voice was low and gentle, and Chloe felt a surge of affection for him.

Chloe's eyes met Josh's, and she smiled softly as she shook her head. "No, it's okay, I'll be fine," she said, her voice gentle. She could feel a sense of relief wash over her as she made the decision to go home and help her dad. She was happy to have an excuse to spend some time alone and clear her head.

Josh's face was understanding, but Chloe could sense a hint of disappointment in his eyes. He nodded slowly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Okay, if you're sure," he said, his voice low and smooth. He leaned in closer, his warm breath brushing against her ear.

As Josh's warm breath brushed against her ear, Chloe felt a shiver run down her spine. She closed her eyes, her heart beating slightly faster, and leaned in closer to him. The soft glow of the lamp on the coffee table cast a warm light on Josh's face, illuminating the gentle features that she loved. Their lips met in a soft, gentle kiss, the kind that spoke of comfort and familiarity.

As they broke apart from the kiss, Chloe's eyes fluttered open, and she smiled softly at Josh. The dim light of the lamp on the coffee table cast a warm glow on his face, illuminating the gentle features she loved. She felt a pang of **** to leave him, but knew she had to get going.

"I should get going," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Josh nodded, his eyes understanding, and helped her up from the couch. As she stood, Chloe felt a slight wobble in her knees, and Josh's hand instinctively went to her elbow to steady her. She smiled up at him, feeling a sense of gratitude for his gentle care.

As they walked to the door, Josh's arm came around her shoulders, pulling her close.

As they reached the door, Josh's arm tightened around her shoulders, pulling her close for one last hug. Chloe felt a surge of affection for him, and she leaned into his chest, her cheek brushing against the soft fabric of his shirt. She breathed in the familiar scent of his cologne, feeling a sense of comfort and security wash over her.

"I'll see you later, okay?" Josh whispered, his warm breath tickling her ear. Chloe nodded, feeling a slight pang of **** to leave him. She thought about how much she loved these quiet moments with Josh, the way they could just be together without needing to say anything.

"I'll call you when I'm done helping Dad," she replied.

As Chloe pulled away from Josh's hug, she felt a sense of determination wash over her. She grabbed her purse and headed out the door, the cool evening air enveloping her as she walked to her car. The drive to her dad's house was short, and she found herself lost in thought, wondering what could be causing the computer issue. As she pulled into the driveway, she noticed the living room lights were on, and she could see her father's silhouette moving around the room. She smiled, feeling a sense of nostalgia wash over her.

As Chloe stepped into the warm, golden light of the living room, she felt a sense of comfort wash over her. The familiar scent of old books and stale air enveloped her, transporting her back to a time when life was simpler. Her dad looked up from the computer, his eyes red-rimmed from frustration, and smiled wearily. "Hey, kiddo," he said, his voice a low rumble. "Thanks for coming over. I don't know what's going on with this thing."

Chloe smiled back at him, feeling a pang of affection for her dad. She walked over to the computer, her eyes scanning the screen as she tried to make sense of the error messages.

She quickly solved the issue, her fingers flying across the keyboard as she typed in a few commands. Her dad watched her with a mixture of amazement and gratitude, his eyes shining with pride. "You're a genius, kiddo," he said, his voice filled with admiration. Chloe blushed, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. She loved making her dad proud, and it was moments like these that reminded her of why she loved helping him with his computer problems.

As she finished up, Chloe's dad put a hand on her shoulder, his touch warm and gentle. "Thanks, kiddo," he said, his voice filled with relief. "I don't know what I would do without you."

As Chloe's dad smiled at her, his eyes crinkling at the corners, she felt a surge of affection for him. The warm glow of the desk lamp cast a cozy light on the room, illuminating the familiar contours of her dad's face. The air was thick with the scent of old books and stale air, a smell that always made Chloe feel like she was coming home. She reached up and patted his hand, which was still resting on her shoulder, feeling a sense of comfort and security in his presence.