You Love Challenge, Don't You?

Fara was just about to slip out of bed when her phone buzzed loudly on the nightstand, making her wince. The sudden noise cut through her pounding headache, and she groaned, reaching for it. Her screen flashed with Clint's name, and she hesitated for a moment before swiping to answer. 

"Clint?" she whispered, her voice hoarse. 

"Where the hell have you been, Fara?" Clint's voice boomed through the phone, loud enough to make her flinch. "I've been trying to reach you all night. Do you have any idea how worried I was?" 

"I—" she started, fumbling for an explanation, but her words were cut off by movement beside her. She froze as Ziggy stirred, his arm reaching across the bed to grab her phone. 

"What the—" she tried to protest, but Ziggy was already sitting up, the blanket slipping to his waist. He didn't seem to care about modesty or her growing panic.