“Demyan Avdonin, I swear to God if you don’t pick up that fucking phone of yours I’m going to smash it into the wall. I have to be up at five to get ready for work!” Why was it that every time he began to fall asleep, something or someone was waking him up? It was starting to get ridiculous. Demyan turned to his side in an attempt to avoid another bony appendage ramming into his kidney, but instead, Gia simply smacked his bare back with her opened palm. The sting radiated over his skin like painful little fireworks “Shit, ow,” Demyan hissed in the dark, finally semi-awake. “That hurt, katyonak.” “You sleep like the dead. Pick up the phone or the next one is going to knock you onto the floor. Don’t test me. The couch isn’t comfortable, babe.” Despite her obvious aggravation at him, Demyan chuckled. Gia was terribly sexy when she was angry. One of the better perks of having a fiery woman for his best friend and lover.
