A Surreptitious Relationship

:A Surreptitious Relationship: Chapter Thirty-Seven

“Holly. Holly...”

            Someone started shaking my shoulders.

            “Holly, wake up.”

            I groaned, shoving the person’s hands away and yanking the covers over my head. It was Sunday, which meant I could sleep in as late as I wanted. Why was someone at my house so early anyway? The sudden depression of my mattress by my waist told me the person had sat down on it. Ignoring it, I tried to fall asleep again.

            “Get up.”

             I grunted in response.

            “You’re really not a morning person, are you? How late did you go to bed last night anyway?”

            Even though I didn’t want to, my mind thought back to the time I’d gone to bed. Chris had called around ten and we’d talked for about three hours… Then spent another hour texting. That meant I’d gone to bed at two.

            “It’s already one in the afternoon.”

            My eyes shot open in surprise. “What?” I cried, throwing the covers off my face, my gaze snapping to the window. Instead of seeing sunlight, like I’d expected, I saw darkness.

            A low chuckle met my ears. “I knew that’d get you up.”

            Confused, I slowly pushed myself into a sitting position, my eyes falling upon the person I was least expecting. “Chris!”

            “Morning, sleeping beauty,” he greeted teasingly, leaning forward to give me a quick kiss on the forehead. “You look cute with bed head.”

            “W-what are you doing here?” I demanded, raking a hand through my hair quickly and hoping it didn’t look too bad.

            He smirked at me. “We’re going on a date today.”

            “A date?” I repeated. “But what about Aar—”

            A finger was instantly pressed against my lips. “Don’t even mention his name. Jeremy and Casey have him covered today. Lance is also with Lexi; so from this point on, don’t mention them. Okay?”

            Unable to speak, I just nodded my head.

            “Good. Now out of bed.”

            Blindly obeying his orders, I slid out of bed, forgetting that I was only in a tank top and my underwear. The cold air made it clear I was underdressed. A blush came across my face and I grabbed the blanket off my bed so I could wrap myself up with it. Chris chuckled again as I glowered at him. “Stop laughing!”

            “I thought only guys slept in there underwear,” he told me, his grey eyes flickering in amusement.

            “Guess not.”

            He flicked my nose. “You have twenty minutes to take a shower and get ready. Breakfast will be on the table when you come down.”

            “What?”

            “Go, go,” he shooed, pushing on my back a bit more roughly than he probably expected to.

            My foot slipped on the blanket under it and I nearly went crashing to the floor. He somehow managed to get an arm around to stop me in time though. “Forget to turn off your super strength?” I inquired as I regained my balance.