Mickey’s POV.
I watch Derry leave before turning back to watch Stone.
“Can you call it?” he asks.
I pull my phone from my pocket, scroll to his contact and hit call.
“It's dead,” I shrug, ending the call when I hear his answerphone.
“Of course it is,” he sighs. I scan the room, looking for any sign of it, before I get down on my hands and knees to search under the furniture.
“Can you tilt the couch back?” I ask Stone as I crawl to the front of it. He pulls on the back of the couch to lift the front.
“Aha!” I call in triumph.
“Did you find it?” he asks.
“No, but I did find this,” I grin, holding up the bottle of lube I’d lost a while ago.
“Mickey,” he growls.
“What? I've been looking for it for ages. It's a tingling one and pretty decent. You can try it if you want?” I shrug
