Thanks to The Boots

Chapter Twelve

I slowly open my eyes. My heart drops when I realize my alarm didn't wake me up. I try to turn to check my phone, that should be on my nightstand. But heavy arm across my middle stops me. I begin to freak out, when memories of yesterday flood my brain. Then I freak out more because Ryder and I are cuddling.

I wiggle around, trying to get out of his iron grip. It doesn't work, because he's made of muscle. I tap his arm, trying to gently wake him up. This doesn't work either.

"Ryder," I whisper.

He doesn't move.

I try to wiggle some more, then I realize my bladder is full. I think about how I could get out. If I roll towards Ryder, his grip will be lighter because it'll be near his shoulder and not his muscular arm. I scoot over so back is flush with his chest.

I begin to slide down, to get out, but Ryder's arm stops me. He wraps his arm around me, tighter. I squeak and a deep laugh rumbles from his chest.

"Good morning," I mumble sarcastically.

"It has been a good morning," he pulls me even closer, and laughs as I struggle to get away.

"Okay, Ryder, it's been fun but let me go."

"Why?"

"Because if you don't I will be forced to pee on you."

"Ew," he gently pushes me away, but I still fall off the bed. This only causes him to crack up laughing.

I stomp off to the bathroom. I relieve myself then go to the kitchen. I heard Ryder puttering around in there.

"Are you cooking?" I ask, covering my mouth to hide a laugh.

"Of course I know how to cook," he holds up a small saucepan and a small frying pan. "Which do I use for pancakes?"

I look at them, "I think the frying pan."

He shrugs and puts them back in the cabinet and pulls out a box of cereal from a different cabinet. "What type of cereal do you like?"

"Why'd you change your mind? The kind that tastes good."

"Okay, Captain Crunch Berries it is."

"That's a good kind."

"Good, because that's what you're getting."

I sit down at the little dining table in his apartment. "Hm," I make a sound of surprise.

"What?" he asks, handing me a bowl of cereal and sits across from me.

"I'm surprised you have a dining table."

"Really?"

"I thought you'd just eat out, seeing as you don't know how to cook."

"I know how to cook!"

"Mhm, which do you pan do you use for pancakes?"

He glares at me, "Okay so I haven't made pancakes."

"What have you made?"

"A bowl of cereal, for one. Pasta, macaroni and cheese, toast, coffee," he counts off on his fingers.

I laugh, "So all the basics?"

"Exactly!"

"So am I going to stay here for a week?" I ask bluntly.

"Huh?"

"I'm staying here for a week? You said I had mono for a week."