Flowers and Pop Rocks

12

p o p p y

The loud beeping of an alarm rang in my ears, waking me up. It wasn't mine, but I didn't care. I just wanted it to stop. 

Five more minutes?

Surprisingly, I wasn't overcome by a massive headache even with the alarm blasting.

My eyes opened and adjusted to the brightness of the room only to realize that it wasn't mine.

Blake was scrambling beside me to turn the alarm off.

"Sorry," he collapsed back on the bed and got under the covers, wrapping his arms back around me like they were earlier.

Memories of last night flooded in and I blushed when I remembered what I was wearing.

My bare legs were touching Blake's, and I felt tingles all over my skin as he moved slightly.

Why was he making me feel like this?

"What time is it?"

"Eight," he mumbled, already half-way back to sleep.

That was too early.

"Why do you have an alarm set for eight in the morning?" I groaned.

"I usually go out for a run at eight," he explained. "I forgot to turn it off last night."

"Back to sleep then," I shut my eyes and did just that.

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Waking up to the smell of pancakes and bacon wasn't what I would call usual for me, but I definitely wasn't going to complain.

"Blake, I think there's food," I shook him lightly when I noticed he was still sleeping soundly beside me.

The clock on the wall said it was already past ten in the morning, and that was just about enough sleep for me.

Who am I kidding? The more sleep, the better. But I just wanted some pancakes.

"Five more minutes," he mumbled.

I slowly moved Blake's arm from on top of me as I slipped out of bed. I probably looked like a mess, so it was probably a good idea to make myself at least a little presentable.

He found me patting my hair down in the bathroom when he got out of bed.

That was the best thing I could do aside from brushing my hair with my fingers. There was nothing in the bathroom I could work with.

"You said something about food?" he rubbed his eyes, leaning on the door frame.

"I think pancakes," I guessed.

Turns out, I was right because that was exactly what Levi was eating when we found him in the kitchen. 

Since when was he a morning person?

"Sonia can make you some if you want," Levi pointed at his stack of pancakes.

My eyes lit up at his words. "Can she actually?"

"Yeah, sure," he nodded. "Sonia, more pancakes please!"

"I have more in the pan right now," she called out from the kitchen.

She was arguably Levi's favorite person in the world. She basically raised him and Sofia, so I don't blame him. Sonia was one of the sweetest people ever.

"So, I saw the door was open in the other room this morning and nobody was there," Levi raised his eyebrow.

I did not want to have this conversation.