Damon dragged his mouth away from Micah’s skin, his breath hot against Micah’s ear.  “You gotta slam your body down and wind it all around.”

Micah blinked. “What?”

“You gotta slam your body down and zigazig ah. If you wanna be my lover-”

If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends-

Thoughts blurred with sleep and a painful erection trapped in the elastic waistband of his pajama pants, Micah reached blindly for his phone.

He knew exactly who that annoying ringtone belonged to.

“What do you want?” he snapped into the speaker after managing to accept the call after the third attempt.  (Micah refused to open his eyes, desperately holding on to the lingering remnants of his dream.)

There was a moment of silence.  Then Tessa snorted. “Someone’s cranky.  Damon’s still away on business, I take it?”