The day I wrote a song about you

Chapter 36: Love

The sun rays greeted me shyly through the curtains. I opened my eyes slowly as I stretched and became familiar with my surroundings. How did I end up in Nico's bed? Last thing I remember, we were dancing in the art gallery.

"Yes, she's asleep." I heard Nico say, the bedroom door was open and Nico was near. "We had fun, yeah. It went pretty well, I made a few contacts and sold important pieces." He chuckled. "I guess, yeah. I wouldn't say so, though." He paused for a moment. "Uhm, I like pretty much everything. Yeah, I love them. Okay, I'll tell her. Thanks, Eleanor."

Eleanor? Why was Nico talking to my mom?

Just then, Nico entered the bedroom, my phone in hand.

"Bonjour, marmotte." Nico chuckled when he saw me.

I frowned. I didn't know if he really believed I was beginning to understand French or something.

"Good morning, sleepyhead." He sat down beside me, feet on the floor. He smoothed down my hair.

"Good morning." I mumbled. "Why were you talking with my mom?"

"Oh," he half smiled. "She invited us for lunch at your house. She said your nephew was visiting."

I couldn't keep the smile from my face. "Trevor's coming?"

Nico nodded.

"Yay." I lied back down and sighed. "That's my mom's way of apologizing, you know?"

"What?"

"Giving you food."

"Oh." He smiled. "Then apology accepted."

I chuckled and stretched once again.

"You hungry?" He asked, tapping my stomach.

I was, so I nodded eagerly. I still had a lot of questions but I guess I could ask him throughout breakfast.

"You talked in your sleep again."

"I do that all the time." I explained.

"You were laughing." He smiled, reminiscing as he made some eggs. "At first it was scary, I didn't know what was going on, but then I thought it was cute." He handed me a plate and he took one for him, sitting in front of me at the aisle. "You said something about cider, so I guess you were dreaming about the grown up night you had yesterday." He mocked, wiggling his eyebrows.

"I'm not drinking again, I can't remember anything." I chuckled.

Nico stayed quiet, letting his fork on the table. "You don't... remember anything?"

I swallowed my eggs and frowned, staring at his face. He looked disappointed, as if I had just given him bad news. Then it clicked. "I mean... after I had those drinks. I- I remember we kissed." I said, taking more of my food so I didn't have to look at him.

Nico smirked, but he didn't look at me as he grabbed his fork again. "But you don't remember coming here."

"Nope." I looked down at my clothes. I was wearing a big T-shirt that covered my underwear and some fluffy socks. "I don't even remember changing into these clothes."

"Oh." Nico cleared his throat. "That's 'cause I changed you."

"You saw me... in my underwear?" I widened my eyes. God, I wasn't wearing any sports underwear, like I usually did. I was wearing lacy lilac underwear that my mom bought for me so I would change once in a while from my athletic ones. I never did, so they were brand new.

"Yep." He smiled cheekily. "And I have to say say, it was a pleasant surprise."

"Nico!" I threw him my fork and he caught it mid-air.