You're Joking...Right?

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RILEY'S POV
I woke up on Donovan's chest with his arm around my waist, then I found myself smiling as I watched him sleep... Maybe because his hair was messy. I noticed that I was wearing his shirt, then realized that I was really comfortable in it. I wanted him to wake up, so I straddled his waist and sat on his stomach, then lightly slapped him.

"Wake up!"

"No." He groaned as he rolled over.

I don't know how he did it, but as he rolled, without opening his eyes, he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me so that once he rolled onto his side, my face was buried in his strong chest.

"Don, wake up." I laughed.

"I don't want to." He whined as he pulled the blanket over our heads.

After a few minutes of silence, I moved the blanket, rolled him onto his back, then sat on his stomach again.

"Donovan Bowman-"

"Riley Bowman." He mumbled.

"Are you awake?" I asked in surprise.

When he didn't respond, I realized that he said that in his sleep and I blushed. I sat on his stomach as I tried to figure out a way to wake him up, so I took his phone, then took a close up picture of his face with the flash on.

"I'm awake." He groaned.

DONOVAN'S POV
When I woke up, I smiled as I saw Riley sitting on my stomach as she took a selfie on my phone.

"Hello, Beautiful." I greeted.

"Ew, are you kidding me? I look terrible!" She said as she looked at the pictures that she just took with disgust.

"Don't delete them." I said as I took the phone from her.

"Don't post them anywhere." She huffed.

"Babe, you look amazing." I said as I looked at the pictures.

"Don't say things that you don't mean."

"I mean what I say and I say what I mean."

She rolled her eyes, so I pouted, causing her to laugh.

"You're lucky you're cute." She smirked before getting up and walking away.

"Babe-"

"Shower." She called.

I was speechless since she knew that I was gonna ask where she was going, but I found it cute too since that meant that she was starting to know me and paying attention. A little while later, she came out with a towel and wet hair as she gathered her clothes.

"Your turn." She said.

I got out of bed and kissed her forehead before thinking of something.

"We could've showered together." I smirked.

"Nice try." She laughed.

"Babe?" I called as I walked into the bathroom.

"What?"

"Can we go to the gym? I wanna workout today."

"Sure."

RILEY'S POV
After Donovan finished showering, we ate, then headed over to my house and I saw some girl in the kitchen wearing one of Ethan's shirts as she cooked.

"Um... Hi, is Ethan home?" I asked.

"Yeah, he's in bed." She answered.

"Thanks..."

I walked into his room with Donovan, then slapped him hard.

"What the fuck- Oh, you're home."

"Who's the chick in the kitchen?" Donovan asked.

"Long story, we're kind of talking."

"I don't wanna know the details. I came to change since Donovan wants to go to the gym."

"Good luck."

"Go keep your girl company." I suggested before slapping him again.

"Ow, okay!"

I headed to my room, put on leggings, a tank top, and sneakers, grabbed a hoodie, then walked back out and Donovan was watching TV on the couch while Ethan and the girl were in the kitchen.

"That's my sister." I heard Ethan say.

"She's so pretty." She said.

"Good looks run in the family."

"You were adopted." I joked.

"Got 'em!" Donovan laughed.

"I'm Dahlia." She introduced.

"I'm Riley."

"I'm Donovan, Riley's boyfriend."

"You two are cute together." Dahlia smiled.

"Thanks. Well, we're off. Have fun you two." I said.

We got in the car and went to the gym, then I noticed him quietly eyeing me whenever he got the chance.

"What?" I blushed.

"Nothing." He smiled.

"You're so weird." I giggled.

A few minutes later, we pulled up at the gym and after putting our things in lockers, we met up again in the lobby.

"So, am I gonna see your workouts?" I smirked.

"Yup. You get to see how I keep this glorious body in shape."

"It is pretty nice." I laughed.

"Not as nice as yours."

I rolled my eyes, then we did a few warm ups and after pushups, he smiled.

"Lay on my back."

"Why?" I asked.

"Just trust me."

I did as he asked, then squeaked as he started doing pushups.

"Show off." I giggled.

"Are you impressed?"

"Maybe."

I decided to mess with him, so I cupped his pecks and squeezed them.

"Nice tits." I laughed.

"They're not tits, they're pecks." He laughed.

"Call them what you want."

"I'll call them mine."

I noticed him turn a little red, then I giggled as I poked his cheek.

"Are you blushing?"

"N-No!" He insisted.

"You are!"

"I'll throw you off."

"Okay, okay, you win." I laughed.

"I thought so."

"When did we get back from the party?" I asked.

"You don't remember leaving?"

"No..."

Oddly enough, I felt his body relax a bit.

"Did something embarrassing happen?" I groaned.

"It's open to interpretation."

He suggested that we worked with weights, so while he benched, I did squats.

"Looking good, Babe!" He grinned.

"Shut up." I giggled as I blushed a bit.