I wake up to the feeling of someone hugging me from behind. I smile and stretch my arms.
"Good morning." Jonah yawns.
"'Morning. How did you sleep?" I ask.
"Really good. How about you?" He replies.
"A lot better after you came in." I grin. "The dream was about my dad." He gives me a sympathetic look.
"Oh. I'm sorry."
"Don't go feeling sorry for me now, you promised." I joke trying to lighten the mood. He lets out a little laugh.
"I should probably go before Daniel sees me and gets jealous." Jonah states.
"Let him be jealous. Just a few more minutes?" I ask hopefully.
"Okay." He gives in.
Jesus Christ, I wish we could stay like this forever.
"Really? I do too." Jonah tells me.
"What?" I ask very confused.
"You said, and I quote, 'Jesus Christ, I wish we could stay like this forever.' and I said 'Really? Because I do too.' "Jonah informs me, and I blush.
"Oh. I said that out loud?" I question embarrassed.
"No. I have this weird thing where I can read people's minds. Yes, you said it out loud!" Jonah laughs sarcastically and I can feel the vibrations of his chest on my back. I laugh along with him, still blushing from the fact that he agreed with me.
"Alright, I need to shower." I announce getting out of the spot that remains warm from my body.
"You're right. You smell." Jonah teases.
I walk into the bathroom and start to strip out of my sweaty clothes. I step into the large glass cubicle and turn on the water to be very hot. I stand there, for what feels like five minutes, with my head down and let the drops of water hit the back of my head. I grab the coconut scented shampoo and massage my scalp. I wash my body and climb out, wringing my hair out over the sink and wrapping a fluffy white towel around my body. I walk into my closet and find an outfit. I drop the towel and pull on my clothes, drying my hair with the towel. I pull the towel away letting my natural curls fall on my shoulders. Walking out of the room, with a pencil and my drawing of Daniel in my hand, I bump into him.
"Sorry." Daniel apologizes.
"No worries, it was my fault as well. I am just about to finish up your drawing, do you want to watch?" I offer.
"Actually, I need to shower. But after that, I would love to." He smiles.
"Okay." I agree, walking up the stairs to the bonus room. I sit down on one of the Love Sacs and start to add the shading. After about 45 minutes, Daniel comes up shirtless with his brown hair wet and un-styled. Oh damn, he's got some nice abs.
"Thank you." Daniel says.
"I really need to work on keeping things to myself." I laugh it off.
"How's it coming?" He asks while sitting down on the beanbag I was on.
"Pretty good. It should take about five more minutes." I inform him. The rest of the time, Daniel just sits with me admiring my work. "...Annnnddd finished!"
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