"How? I thought you don't drink at parties, so how can you get drugged?" Sam shouted through the phone.
"I had to," Shane muttered, his voice filled with irritation. "Now give me something to cure it before I lose my mind. You know I can't control it once that happens."
"I can't just give you a cure," Sam sighed, his voice calm but firm. "Aphrodisiac is a stimulant, not a disease. It reacts with your body and messes with your mind. There's no instant cure for that."
"Then stop the damn reaction!" Shane groaned, his voice gravelly and filled with desperation.
"Have sex," Sam suggested, an amused chuckle leaking into his tone. "You have a wife now. Shouldn't be too hard."
"Sam," Shane growled, his voice laced with warning.
"I'm serious," Sam continued, exhaling loudly. "I can't help you, Shane. Try a cold shower or something, but honestly, that probably won't do much."
