JUST PRETEND ↠ ALEX SUMMERS ✔️ [EDITING]

Chapter 6

"Morning," Alex's voice was extremely deep and croaky as he stretched, trying to wake himself up.

"That's distracting," Devin mumbled. "Please shut up, I can't stand how appealing your voice is." He let out a deep laugh just as she tried to get up. Alex let out a sound of protest before wrapping his arms around her waist, keeping her from getting up.

"It's too early for this, please go back to sleep, princess." He nuzzled his head back into her neck as he got comfortable again.

"My horoscope says no. Besides you've already said good morning, it's time to get up." She struggled to get out of his grip.

"What time is it?"

"Half past get the hell up," she told him before trying to get up again.

"Struggle all you want, princess, but we aren't going anywhere for a while." He chuckled.

"Why?"

"Could you please?" That was all he said. Devin sighed and turned her body around to face him, struggling to turn in this arms. He squinted one eye open, a tired grin appearing on his face. "Was that so hard?" She glared at him. His right arm was under her body while his left was resting on her waist. Her hands were bunched up in between them.

"Shut up."

"No, c'mon, princess. You like the sound of my voice," he teased.

"I don't like your tone." She tried to shake her head, but to Alex, it just looked like she was shoving her face deeper into the pillow.

"No, you love it." He leaned closer and kissed her forehead, something he always seemed to be doing more of since the pretending started.

"Does Scott still think we're lying? I mean, we are...But does he think so?"

"I don't know, he might be thinking that something is going on, but we haven't been giving him much to go on." He shrugged.

"So, we need to step it up a notch?"

"I guess." He took his left hand off her waist and rubbed his forehead.

"Hung over?"

"Yeah." He nodded.

"Weakling," she teased.

"Just because you can't get drunk-"

"I'm not saying that's the reason why you're weak. I'm not comparing us, I'm just stating a fact, Alex. You. Are. Weak." She smiled at him, innocently.

"We both know that's a lie." He rested his hand back on her waist.

"Maybe..."

"Is that a challenge?"

"Maybe later, right now I'm hungry, and I want coffee," she told him before getting up, this time he didn't try to stop her, instead he just watched as she got up with a smile on his face. He let out a laugh and buried his face into the pillow. "What now, Summers?" She turned to face him as she stretched.

"That's uh, that's my shirt, and only my shirt," his voice was muffled by the pillow, a small evident on his face, though.

"What?" Her voice was quiet as she looked down. "And so it is." She looked back up to him. He moved himself to sit up against the headboard, his arms crossed, his hair everywhere, a dopey look on his face, his legs crossed at the ankles, only in his boxers.

"Just give me a minute to get dressed and have a shower and I'll go down with you to get something." Devin nodded at him and picked up his clothes, placing them on the bed. "Thanks for last night," he called out as she walked into the bathroom to turn the shower on, heating the water up.