By the time Jett finally got to his condo, Jamie's condition had gotten impossibly worse, he realized a little too late that Jamie was drugged with aphrodisiac, the thought settled dread deep within his guts, he dreaded handling a drugged Jamie, but how the hell was he going to handle an aphrodisiac drugged Jamie?
Jett half-dragged and half-carried jamie through the front door, limbs slack one second and restless the next, his fingers gripped Jett's jacket like a lifeline. The door barely shut behind them before Jamie sagged harder, breath coming fast and shallow against Jett's neck.
"Okay," Jett muttered, fumbling for the lights. "Calm down sweetheart." He said quietly
Jamie laughed softly. "sweetheart," he echoed, like the word amused him.
Jett couldn't help but chuckle , although the situation at hand wasn't funny, he found himself amused at the Jamie behaved right now.
