Chapter 2: Banding and Things

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I woke up to light snores coming from a body behind me. Confusion clouded my brain until I realized that Dana had come back yesterday. I did a little happy dance in my position, while grinning madly at the wall. My body froze as I heard a soft chuckle come from the back of my head. I turned around to come face to face with the man himself.

"Good morning." He whispered, a small smile still plastered on his face

"Great morning." I replied leaning my face into his shirt while he wrapped his arms tighter around me.

I felt him reach the hand that was on top behind him as he felt around for something. I watched as his arm came back around while he placed his phone in his face. The bright light of his iPhone lit up the room as he checked the time.

"Okay. The boys are coming over at ten for breakfast that I promised them you would cook because you're amazing and I love you." He said talking faster on the end. He knew that I would have probably declined had he not told me at the last minute.

"What time is it now then?" I asked with a sigh. He took my lack of objection as approval and told me it was nine in the morning. Groaning loudly, I looked at him expectantly. He looked back confused before I motioned to his hands that found their way back around me. He let me go and stood up, offering his hand to help me out the bed.

"I'll come down and help you after I've had a shower." He told me after we had stretched our bodies. I nodded my head as I made my way down the steps and into the kitchen. I found a note on the island in the middle of the kitchen from Dana's parents. Making a mental note to tell Dana as soon as he came downstairs, I pulled out all the necessary tools to make breakfast.

I decided on pancakes, eggs, bacon and homemade hash browns. I also got to work on making Dana his cup of coffee. I began humming one of my favorite songs as I mixed the pancake batter. After a few minutes I got so lost in what I was doing I didn't even notice that he was standing at the door, watching me shake and hum while I cooked.

"Nice moves." He said while walking closer to me. I had just finished the last of the eggs and was twirling around in the middle of the kitchen. My face started to get hot as he laughed at my discomfort. I slapped his arm before going and checking on the bacon. I felt Dana come behind me and take my hand from the spatula where I was flipping. Turning my head, my face mirrored confusion while I looked at him. "It's almost time for them to come and you still have on pajamas. Not that I don't enjoy seeing your legs in shorts but maybe you should go get ready."

I nodded quickly, giving him full control as I raced up the steps and to Dana's shower. As soon as I got out, I made my way to the bag I had packed in the corner. I quickly rubbed on some lotion and my clothes as quick as possible and then ran back into the bathroom to get my makeup on. I don't usually do any foundation or powder, just quickly lining my eyes and putting on mascara. I took my hair out of the bun and let it fall free and huffed out a sigh of relief as I walked into the kitchen. There Dana was with all of the food done for the guys, snacking on a piece of bacon. I walked over and sat next to him as he looked towards me.

I watched his eyes grow dark while he took in my tighter than usual jeans and piece of my midriff showing. Smirking slightly, I walked slowly up to him and put my hands around his waist. I looked into his eyes, battling my eyelashes at him while making my way to his ear.

"I need to tell you something..." I trailed off as I moved away from his ear. My face trailed dangerously close to his as I made my way to the other side, just barely touching his lips with my own. Finally, I reached his other ear as I breathed softly. "Your parents want you to call them."

I backed away, laughing at the shock on his face and made my way into the living room where I sat and waited for him to follow. His face was put into a pout while he sat on my lap causing me to laugh.

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