He was staring at the phone with his hearth in his throat. How did he fall so low? The light of the screen reflected on his glasses as he continued to hesitate on calling the number on screen

She was pretty, very pretty, breathtaking even. The way her bangs fell to the sides of her face was already making his heart flutter, not to mention what the rest of the rather suggestive picture was causing inside of him

He couldn't believe that he was genuinely resorting to such a, in his eyes, pathetic thing. A "hot line", as they used to call them back in his days. God he was getting old

With a shaky breath, he closes his eyes and presses the button on the screen, holding his breath as he waits for her to pick up