I pressed a kiss between his shoulder blades, my vision blurring.
Rohan opened his eyes, scrunching up his face against the sunlight streaming into the room. "Quite the workout last night."
Blinking to get rid of any telltale moisture, I pulled the blanket up my chest. "I totally Debbie Allen'd you."
"Huh?"
"Made you start paying. In sweat."
For a second I didn't think he'd gotten my bad Fame joke, but then he laughed, smacking me with a pillow. "That's terrible." His smile worked its way into the cracks of my soul, warming me up like patches of sunshine that I wanted to curl up around.
I scrambled out of bed.
Rohan didn't notice my haste. He sat up, scratching his chest. "There's a word for people like you."
I hopped around the bedroom searching for my clothes. "Incredible?"
"Not what I was thinking." He picked up his phone and frowned. "A dozen Rasha out tracking and no sign of Samson yet. And the production office isn't answering."