Disney Got It Wrong

Chapter 16

I woke the next morning to the sound of my phone vibrating on my night stand. I struggled to drag myself up from the kind of deep sleep that leaves a line of drool on your face, fighting my way through a mess of pillows and the comforter that was pulled up over my head. The vibrating stopped as I shoved my hair out of my face and squinted toward my cell phone light.

It was blessedly dark in my room and cool. With the vibrations stopped, I rolled over, stretched, and hugged a pillow to me to drift back off to sleep before it left me completely.

Buzz... Buzz... Buzz...

I groaned and shoved the covers off to scramble to the edge and reach for my phone which showed me two things: It was eight in the morning on a Sunday, and Myles was attempting to FaceTime me.

I flopped on my back in my nest of pillows and blankets, remembering suddenly that Myles had snuggled me to sleep, and frowned as I realized that he had either left after I was out or gotten up ridiculously early to leave before I woke up. Both options caused disappointment to sink heavily in my stomach.

Uncaring of what I looked like - he was disturbing my usual kid-free Sunday morning sleep marathon - I accepted the FaceTime call and blew stray strands of hair out of my eyes as his face lit up my screen.

"'Eyyyy there she is! Good morning, beautiful," he crooned.

I quirked an eyebrow and scoffed at him, squinting at the small box in the corner that showed my face lit only by my screen. "What the fuck ever, dude. You are way too chipper this early in the morning. What the actual fuck are you?"

He grinned as he set his phone down, propping it against something, and he sat down at what I assumed was the island bar from what I could see behind him. He had his cup of coffee in one hand and combed the other through his damp hair. I perked up a little at the sight of him sitting shirtless in the frame with his hair doing that thing I liked when it didn't have any product keeping it in place

"I'm a morning person. Something we already know you are not. I've been awake long enough for a workout, shower, and coffee already."

"If you'd still been here you could have had me awake already," I argued. "But here I am alone and still in all my radiant, snuggly, bead head glory with no one to snuggle."

"I left because I didn't want you to freak out if I slept over," he explained sheepishly. "I wasn't trying to overstep any boundaries."

"Well, next time I invite you for a sleepover keep in mind that morning snuggles are included in the offer."

Myles gave me a grin that made my heart skip more beats than was likely healthy and banished my disappointments. He opened his mouth to reply, but another voice cut him off.

"A sleepover? And you left? Fucking idiot." Jake appeared over his shoulder with his hair still mussed from sleep and a mug in his hand. "Morning, doll."

"Morning, Jakey-pooh," I said with a big grin.

Jake's expression instantly morphed to puppy dog eyes, and Myles snorted into his mug. "Awww, I get a pet name?"

"Sweet little Jakey-pooh," Myles teased, and Jake flipped him off before settling in the seat next to him.

"Better than dumbass," Jake replied off camera. "The actual fuck is wrong with you?"

I laughed and sat up, pushing the covers off and clicking my lamp on while I listened to their short back and forth as I shuffled to my bathroom. I propped my phone against the mirror and lifted my arms over my head to stretch before reaching for my toothbrush as Myles snatched his phone up and walked out of the kitchen.