mamma mia | jeremy jordan

9. secrets

Ana's eyes burst open at the feeling warmth hitting the oily creases of her lids. She squeezed a hand around the sheet tossed over her sweating body, the ceiling looking nothing like she'd remember it to look.

She felt the hardness of the mattress beneath her back as she moved slightly. This helped her remember that she was, in fact, not home.

That explains the ceiling difference.

She didn't panic, because when she sat up, she saw the contents of the room and the familiar button up shirt lying at her feet, she remembered.

Oh, shit.

Ana wrapped the sheet securely around her naked body, waddling across the room to her stray clothing items. She hunched over to grab the dress when the bedroom squeaked open and lightly hit the gray colored wall.

"Leaving so soon?" His gruff morning voice brought in the familiar scent of eggs and bacon and was that burnt toast?

Ana froze stiffly in her hunched over state, blushing fiercely. She slowly stood back up and turned around to face him.

Plaid pajama bottoms and a black hoodie enclosed his figure, the figure she'd seen so shadowed in the dim light of his bedroom last night.

Ana met his eyes, biting down on her lip in admiration and nerves. She shrugged awkwardly with her arms tensed up.

"Don't look so tense, Ana. I was just playing with you. You can leave if you want, but I made breakfast and I was hoping we could talk." Jeremy laughed lightly, but his voice trailed off to a sort of questioning tone.

"Oh- um, sure." She set her bunched up dress on the bed and waited for him to leave. "If you don't mind-"

Jeremy grasped for the door, "Yeah, yeah. Sorry. Um- actually? Do you want some comfier clothing? Like a T-shirt and pants or something?"

"You don't have to-"

Jeremy cut her off with a wave of his hand as he turned to his dresser. He opened the top two drawers, pulling out a T-shirt that unfolded itself automatically and sweatpants that would likely be big on Ana's tiny figure.

"Thanks," she shimmied forward in the mermaid dress-like cover up she was attiring.

Jeremy laughed at the sight, stepping closer to her so that she would not have to struggle so much. Ana smiled in return to his laugh, feeling that warmth transfer inside her pores.

He closed the door with a light click, and Ana dropped the sheet. She had to roll the cinched top of the pants a few times in order to see her feet, and the shirt hung down nearly to her knees. He was about half a foot taller than her, for God's sake.

Ana peeked her head out of the door, flicking her eyes down either side of the hallway. Like a lost puppy, she let the scent of breakfast guide her down the left side.

She stepped out into the dual kitchen and dining room where Jeremy was sitting at the island with two plates of food and cups of coffee.

Ana lightly smiled, causing a dimple to pop up onto her cheek. Jeremy grinned in response to the adorable features of her face. He pulled out the other bar stool for her, and she thanked him quietly.

He didn't bother her much throughout breakfast, but simply asked if she had slept okay or if she needed anything.

She said, yes, and, no.

She was extremely shy, he'd finally decided. But that made her even more cute.

While Jeremy was admiring her quirks and weird habits she was putting on display, she was freaking out.