SEBASTIAN’S POV I groaned, patting around the nightstand for my phone, squinting at the dim glow of the screen when I finally found it. My head felt heavy, sleep still clinging to me so hard. I answered the call without even checking the caller ID. “You are an asshole.” I frowned immediately, blinking myself awake. “…Zaire?” “It’s me,” he slurred. “You been blowin’ my phone up all day. When I call you, you don’t answer?” “I was sleeping,” I said, my voice rough as hell. There was a pause on the other end. “I know,” he said, then added, quieter, almost thoughtful, “Why do you sound like Barry White?” I rubbed my face. “Barry White?” “Mmhmm,” he hummed. “Your voice is so deep right now. It's giving me goosebumps.” I froze, my breath locking in my throat. I could feel the way my pulse spiked. “…You drunk,” I said , trying not to read too much into what he had just said. He laughed, slow and lazy. “Yes.” His voice dropped quieter now, like he’d leaned closer to the phone. “
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