Nate's mouth was on her neck, his hands sliding under her sweater, when his phone started buzzing in his pocket.

"Ignore it," Prue breathed, her head tilting back to give him better access. "Please. Just ignore it."

He wanted to. God, he wanted to. But the phone kept buzzing, that particular pattern that meant it was Tim. And Tim wouldn't call unless it was important. He set ring tones to know if it was work or important.

"Fuck." He pulled back, dragging the phone from his pocket. "I'm ...