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fourteen

Brad

I watched her, a smirk etched onto my face as her eyes opened and her body turned to face me.

"What kiss?" She asks, her eyes staring into mine in the darkness.

"Don't lie to me, princess. You just kissed me." I move closer to her and she sucks in a breath.

"I didn't. You must've been dreaming." She says, folding her arms.

"It was a pretty realistic dream then." I counter, pushing some curls off my forehead.

She sighs softly, wrapping her arms around her pillow.

"Fine, okay. I kissed you." She mumbles into the darkness.

"Why?" I ask, frowning.

"Because you just... you just looked so handsome lying there. You make sleeping look gorgeous." She quickly explains, pulling her hands out from underneath the pillow and to her face to hide her embarrassment.

"Really?" I frown in disbelief, "Tris told me I'm an ugly sleeper."

"Not in the slightest, curls." She turns over so her back is facing me and I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her into my chest.

"Goodnight, sweetheart." I mumble into her hair.

"Goodnight, curls."

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The next morning, I wake up to the sunlight seeping through the curtains and my phone ringing on the bedside table.

I pick my phone up, glancing briefly at the caller ID as I turn onto my left side to look at Autumn.

"Hello?" I say, keeping my voice low so I don't disturb her.

"Hey, Brad. We were wondering if you were joining us for breakfast?" James' voice asks and I can hear Connor and Tristan making stupid remarks in the background.

"Uhm—"

"Joe wants to know where you are, B. He's mad." James quickly whispers into the phone, Connor and Tristan growing quiet too.

"I'm in the gym. Tell him I woke up late or something and I've only just got to the gym. I'll be back in an hour or so." I ramble, using my free hand to pull at my curls - a habit I only did when I was stressed.

"Okay, will do. Have a nice time." James chuckles, hanging up the phone before I can counteract his comment.

"This is the gym, huh curls?" Autumn's voice breaks through the silence and I cast my eyes down to her, seeing her mouth turned up into a smile.

"Well, it was that or tell Joe I'm spending time with you again." I say, swinging my legs over the side of the bed and standing up.

"Touché Simpson." She says, sitting up and leaning her head against the headboard.

"Breakfast?" I ask, picking up the phone.