“This better be good,” he grumbled, sleep heavy in his words, the sound of static belying the fact he was a supernatural using a phone. I snorted. “Doran, I need ride.” The phone was so damn sensitive I heard the slide of sheets over his body as he moved around. Unreal. “Do you know how long I’ve waited to hear you say that?” Doran all but purred into the phone, all trace of sleepiness gone.”
