We kissed each other like our lives depended on it, ignoring the insistent ringing of the phone.

I tuned out the call and focused on the feel of Denzel’s lips on mine. My heart beat maddeningly as he ravished my lips. Even after six years he still excited me.

Denzel reached behind and slid his hand up my shirt.

“Ohhh.’ I said with laughter.

“I have a very special birthday present for you.” Denzel said with a naughty smile.

I felt a tingle in my head as Denzel deftly unhooked my bra with one hand. He really got good at that.

A moan escaped my lips, but the phone rang again and drowned out the sound.

My hand stiffened. Who was calling exactly an why couldn’t they take a hint? If your call isn’t answered the first five times, then give up!

"Should we stop?" \My eyes moved to the phone. I kept my frustration out of my voice. I didn’t want to ruin the mood. The callers didn’t need any extra help with that.

"Not yet," he said, bending again to take my lips with his. Our lips clashed, and just when it felt like I was about to combust, Denzel lifted my shirt and buried his face against the sides of my breasts, and began to kiss me there too. I moaned, urging him on.

The ringing stopped again, but only for a moment. Then it started again as if one cue. Somehow, it was sounding even more persistent this time. I groaned, and finally pulled away, making Denzel raise his head.

I couldn't hold in my frustration anymore.

Today was meant to be a happy day, my day. But first it was Denzel’s mom and now these unknown callers.

"You should take it. It could be important," I said, barely managing to hold back my twitching hands. I really want to toss that phone out.

"Damn," Denzel muttered rolling off me and reaching for his phone. He must have been just as annoyed as I was.

“Hello?" Denzel asked as he pressed the phone against his ear.

"Mr Denzel...? We're calling about your interview. It's rather impromptu, but a spot just opened up now, and we would like to interview you now. How soon can you get here?"

Denzel’s eyes widened and his mouth slightly fell open.

Then he looked at me and pointed at his phone. Excitement covered his face

I spread my hands and mouthed ‘what’?

Denzel gestured that I should hold on. Then he cleared

"I'll try to be there in thirty minutes," Denzel replied.

At that moment, my own phone began to ring too. It was from work.

I picked it up feeling exasperated. Why did we get interrupted so much?

"You have an order to pick up and deliver to Smith Enterprises," my boss said, right before abruptly ending the call.

Denzel glanced at me as he ended his call.

"Who was that?" He asked.

"I have a pick up and delivery order," I replied. "What about you? Was that the job you've been waiting for? They want you to come in now?"

He nodded with a smile, and began hurriedly dressing up.

"Yeah. Thankfully, it's not too far away. Can you drop me off? It's on your way."

"Alright."

After we both dressed up, we got into Denzel's tired old car that looked like it would give up at any minute. We managed it anyways, and as I drove, Denzel tapped his foot impatiently.

"I hate this car," he muttered. "It's so slow."

He was right about the car, but I decided to look at the bright side of it all

The ring around my finger seemed to have cancelled out everything that was wrong with our lives.

"I'll try to hurry it up," I said.

I sped up, pushing the car as far as it could go while still within the speed limits. Not that it made a difference. Even if I floored the gas, the car never moved past more than a crawl.

"Do you think your mom will come around?" I asked, not because I thought she would, but because I wanted to take Dante's mind off the interview.

He shot me a smile. "She has to. Don't worry. When she sees that I'm not backing down on this because I really love you, she'll have no choice but to accept you."

The smile I gave him in return was false, and we both stared straight ahead after a second.

The road got busier as I approached a crossroads, and the red light blinked on just as I neared the intersection. I began to slow down, and a loud, screeching noise suddenly sounded from behind, and glancing in the rear view mirror with wide eyes, I saw a speeding car smash into the back of Denzel's car, shoving us forward.

I screamed and tires screeched. Everything was a blur. The car behind us kept speeding, dragging us along with it. The car ricocheted, and slammed into another car with a woman in it. My head pounded. I was sweating. I felt like throwing up. If was like that day in my childhood all over again. The day I'd lost my sister in an accident much like this one.

I couldn't tell my left from right, only knew that we hadn't stopped spinning, and someone was screaming. We crashed into something else, and the windshield shattered, raining glass shards down on us. Something blunt slammed into my head, and I almost passed out.

Denzel was calling my name, but I could barely hear him. Horns were blaring, and people were yelling. Finally, the car stopped spinning. It was leaning on it's side, and when I dared take a glance outside, what I saw nauseated me. Blood. So much blood.

Reality collided with my memories, and the pain and strain on my mind was just too much that I felt myself losing my hold on my consciousness.

"Sienna..." I heard Denzel call weakly. "Sienna, baby, are you okay?"

But I couldn't answer. My brain felt like it had been stuffed with cotton wool. One second later, I let myself go, and everything went black.