Hell Has Frozen Over
Raphael stirred, the vibrations of his phone going off, making him worried that it might disturb Addy's sleep. Blindly reaching toward the nightstand, he grabbed the offending object and quickly answered it.
"Is this a bad time?" came a low, growling voice through the phone. Raphael looked down at where Addy was sleeping on his chest before relaxing back on his pillow.
"Yup," he grunted, closing his eyes. He could hear the rest of the guys shifting around the room, doing whatever it was that they were doing. But none of them were leaving until Addy was good and ready to dismiss them.
This meant that he was now taking work calls from the comfort of his king-sized bed. "But I assumed that you already knew that."
"Seeing as I've been trying to get a hold of you for the past six hours, I was 90% sure," agreed the male, a light, teasing tone to his voice.