"Are you fucking kidding me?" Scarlette groaned, tapping lightly at the edge of the bed--'After a long day', Elliott had, once again, passed out. "You're an idiot. I'm just going to clean up and then head home. Ye, bye then, ya idiot," she sighed, beginning to rock back as she began standing, only to be interrupted by a groggy groan and a lazy arm reaching out to gently tug the petite brunette back.
"No..." his honeyed words pulled her back, his voice low and smooth.
"Bug off," Scarlette groaned, rolling her eyes from him, his smile lazy as he gazed up at her. "Stop it."