Yay for the Second Chapter!
The next morning, I wake up in my own bed, and then feel an arm around my waist. I turn to see a shirtless Day in my bed. I widen my eyes, but then relax. I forgot he used to sleep next to me every night before he left. My parents and grandparents didn’t even care, they loved him and he got away with anything. I remember the first few weeks after he left I had trouble sleeping, because if I woke up in the middle of the night, Damien wasn’t there to comfort me.
I stare at him for a minute, soaking him in. His eight pack was prominent now, from all that working out. Of course, I’d seen it a lot, on all the Abercrombie bags I have. His face has a small bit of stubble, and his eyelashes were long. His dark brown hair was mussed up from sleep, and his mouth was a little open. As if sensing me, he opens his eyes sleeply, rubbing them. “Lilo?” he asks.
“I’m here, Day.” I look at yesterday’s clothes on my body, crumpled from sleep. Ugh.
“Happy birthday, Lilo.” He says, his voice husky from sleep. I feel something strange, like a tingle when he says it, but I ignore it. It’s cold in here. He smiles, and I smile back.
“Thanks Day. I’m glad you’re here.”
“Ditto.” I start to get out of bed, but his arm on my waist is a dead weight.
“Day, get your arm off of me.” He just curls it around me tighter.
“Five more minutes.” He asks. I shake my head. This has always been a problem for him. Waking up early in the morning, even if early means eight o’clock.
“Wake up, you big doofus.” I say, and push his arm off of me, using some of my wolf strength. This boy has some muscle. I roll out of bed, and then head straight to the bathroom, tying my hair up in the process. I take off my plaid shirt, leaving on my white tank and jeans. I toss it into the hamper, and I grab my toothbrush and start brushing. Day walks in with nothing but his navy blue boxers on. I toss a towel to him.
“Pwut on sowme clowthes.” I say, through a full mouth of toothpaste. Of course, I didn’t really care, because Day always walked around in his boxers in the morning. He just grins.
“You no like what you see?” He asks, and I shake my head. He comes behind me and reaches out to the side of me to grab his toothbrush from my cup. “You still have my toothbrush here?” I spit out my toothpaste, and wash my mouth and face. As I’m drying it, I say, “Nonna must’ve put it there, since she knew you were coming.”
As he’s brushing in the bathroom, I slip into my walk in closet and change into a pair of leggings and a long t-shirt. Housewear. Once I get out, Day is pulling on yesterday’s shorts and shirt. “I smell pancakes!” I sing. Nonna’s pancakes are the best. She always makes them for my birthday, and I love them. “Race you?” Damien challenges. I stare straight at him.
“Your on.” And we take off to the stairs, shoving each other to get their first. We burst into the kitchen to find Nonna setting the table, and Papa reading the newspaper. Nonna grins.
“Good morning you two. Happy birthday Laila, II mio amore!” she exclaims, coming over to give me a hug and a peck on the cheek.
“I don’t get one, Nonna?” Day asks, his arms open. He bends down and Nonna pinches his cheek.
“There’s your kiss.” She declares, and we all laugh. I walk over to Papa, who smiles up at me from his newspaper. “Happy birthday, my dear!” he asks, and I give him a hug.
