He stood, pulled on his pajama bottoms, and headed for the door. Stopping short,...

He stood, pulled on his pajama bottoms, and headed for the door. Stopping short, he looked over his shoulder, his intense gaze melting my boned. "Dammit."
A few seconds after he stepped out into the hallway and closed the door behind him, there was a fleshly smack and then Andrew yelling. "Ouch. What in the hell was that for?!
"Your timing sucks on an epic level," Daemon shot back.