Brring, brring...

Your phone rings, but you don't answer. You can't. You're stuck; pinned down on your bed.

Brring, brring...

"God, babe, who's calling you?" Vincent pulls back and wipes his mouth, checking your phone. "Huh, 20 missed calls from Mom. Whatever, she can wait~"

He looks down at you, who is breathing heavily and panting. "Tired already, love?~" he teases.