Best Kept Promise (Best Kept #2)

Chapter 43: The Band That Hates Pants

Song: Drive by With Confidence

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An arm wraps around my waist and then a pair of lips settle behind my ear. "Maggie," Tyler whispers. "Baby," his voice sings.

"Is everything okay?" I murmur and melt against his chest.

Tyler's hold around me tightens. "It's fine," he replies. "We'll be in the studio all day tomorrow working on demos."

I hum and twist in his arms to face him. "That's awesome," I mutter sleepily. "I was trying to wait for you, but fell asleep. What time is it?"

"It's barely past midnight," he informs me. "I'm starving."

I breathe a laugh and place my head under his chin. "Did you eat dinner?"

"Sort of. That's if you count vending machine food," he replies. "But I really want pancakes right now."

With that, I tilt my head back and find his eyes in the dark. "Pancakes? Really? Out of every food, it's pancakes?"

Tyler laughs and tugs on my hip. "I don't know why," he explains. "I've just been thinking about chocolate chip banana pancakes for hours. Maybe I'm pregnant."

I laugh really loud by accident. "Let's go to an Ihop then," I say. "I could go for pancakes right now. Oh, and some bacon." My stomach grumbles at the thought.

"You're not pregnant, are you?"

"No, idiot," I say and start getting out of bed. "You'd know if I was pregnant. I'm just hungry. There's a difference."

Tyler gets out of my bed too and finds my keys laying on my dresser. "Hey, it's better to be safe than sorry," he goes on.

I roll my eyes and walk to my dresser to find a pair of shorts. After I slip those on, I change out Tyler's flannel I had been wearing for a simple tank top. "Let's go get pancakes," I announce and find my flip flops.

As we're walking out of the apartment, I use the hair tie on my wrist to throw my hair into a messy knot. I close the door quietly behind me so I don't wake Bea and trail behind Tyler, never losing sight of his blue head.

Inside my car, Tyler starts it and drives out of the apartment complex. "I'll always look for an excuse to drive at night," Tyler says. "And to get pancakes any time of the day."

I laugh and pat his shoulder teasingly. "That doesn't surprise me. Also, you know you can always wake me up to go for a drive. I'd love to."

Tyler throws me a smile and slips a hand on my thigh. "I'll probably take you up on that," he tells me. "And it would be a good photo opportunity."

I nod in agreement. "Always thinking ahead."

The Ihop we find isn't too far from the apartment. Actually, it's only about a five-minute drive, so that's pretty decent. Even though I probably look like crap, I get out of the car and follow Tyler inside.

We're seated immediately, but the older waitress looks exhausted.

Around us, there are a few people. A group of people about our age are sitting near the back of the place, clearly intoxicated, but at least they're laughing. By the look on the waitresses face, she's used to it.

"What time's class?" Tyler asks.

"It got pushed back to noon," I answer. "I'm good."