Rita is thankfully interrupted by a phone call

Before Seth could form a response, a sharp buzz cut through the charged silence—Rita's phone vibrating insistently in her pocket, the sound jolting her upright. She paused, her enormous breasts still heaving slightly from their close press against him and fished the device out with a frustrated grunt. Glancing at the screen, her expression shifted from playful hunger to focused annoyance, brows knitting together under that light blue bob.

"Hold that thought," she muttered, stepping back just enough to tug her blue leggings up over her wide hips, the fabric snapping against her smooth skin as she adjusted them into place. She swiped to answer, pressing the phone to her ear. "Yeah, what is it?" Her voice carried a clipped edge now, free hand smoothing down her sports bra where it clung to her sweat-dampened chest, nipples still outlined sharply through the black material.

Seth leaned against the wall, catching his breath, his jeans still unzipped and hanging low on his hips, the cool air brushing his exposed skin. He watched her pace a few steps toward the open door, her toned legs flexing with each movement, ass cheeks shifting under the tight leggings in a way that made it hard to look away. The conversation on her end stayed brief—mumbled agreements, a sharp "I'm on my way"—before she hung up, slipping the phone back into her pocket.

"Sorry, Stud," Rita said, turning back to him with a regretful tilt of her head, her full lips curving into a half-smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Something's come up—got to handle it right now." She grabbed her keys from the side table by the door, the jingle filling the brief quiet, and stepped fully into the hallway, pulling the apartment door wider behind her. Pausing at the threshold, she glanced over her shoulder, her posture straight and commanding in her new form. "We'll pick this up later."

As she strode down the corridor, her footsteps echoing lightly on the worn carpet, Seth heard her voice rise again—this time calling out toward Lina's door. "Lina! Get out here—we've got to deal with this now." The words carried a familial urgency, muffled slightly by distance, but clear enough to suggest whatever pulled her away involved them both.

Seth zipped up his jeans slowly, the fabric rough against his still-sensitive skin, and ran a hand through his hair, trying to process the whirlwind. Minutes ticked by in the quiet of his apartment—the faint hum of traffic outside, the drip of a faucet in the kitchen—before a soft knock sounded at his door. He opened it to find Lina standing there, her gym shorts and tank top slightly rumpled, long red hair pulled into a loose ponytail that exposed the curve of her neck.

She stepped inside without waiting for an invitation, wrapping her arms around his waist in a quick hug, her toned body fitting against his like it belonged there. Seth hugged her back, inhaling the faint scent of her sweat from earlier, mixed with a light floral shampoo. "Hey," she said softly, pulling back just enough to look up at him, her green eyes warm but tinged with apology. "My parents just called—they want me over tonight for some family thing. I can't stick around."

Before he could respond, Lina rose onto her toes, her hands sliding up to cup his face, fingers gentle on his jawline. She leaned in, lips meeting his in a kiss that started soft—plush and warm, her mouth parting slightly to draw him in deeper. Her tongue flicked out teasingly, brushing his lower lip before delving inside, hot and slick, swirling in slow, deliberate strokes that sent heat rushing through him again.

She pressed closer, her full breasts squishing against his chest, the tank top's thin fabric doing nothing to hide their firmness, while her hips ground subtly against his, reigniting the ache in his groin. The kiss lingered, her breaths quickening into small moans against his mouth, until she finally broke it with a **** nip at his lip, stepping back with a flushed smile.

"See you soon," Lina whispered, her voice breathy, before turning and slipping out the door, leaving it ajar behind her. Seth stood there, staring at the empty hallway, his lips tingling from the contact, body still humming with unspent energy, completely dumbfounded by how the afternoon had spiralled before once more he feels the remote weighing down his pocket.