Felix Locke leaned in toward Sean Murphy with a wicked grin. "Ronan's not feeling well. Don't go tiring him out—try to show some restraint!" The smug, suggestive look on his face really pissed Sean off.
"I won't wear him out." Sean Murphy's gaze shifted. "I'll wear *you* out instead!"
THUD!
Sean Murphy yanked himself away. Felix Locke, who had been leaning against him, suddenly lost his support and collapsed heavily onto the floor.
"Sean Murphy, you ungrateful jerk!" Felix Locke scrambled up from the floor. The fall had genuinely hurt; he hadn't expected Sean to suddenly move away.
"How am I ungrateful?" Sean Murphy watched the disheveled Felix Locke from a distance, feigning indifference.
"Hmph. No wonder Ronan doesn't want to wake up. If you're going to be like this, I wouldn't wake up either if I were him!"
It was as if a nerve had been struck. Sean Murphy lowered his head and said nothing.
