CHAPTER SIX
“You’re stealing the covers, Cyrus.” I tug on the small amount of sheet wrapped around my shoulder.
He tugs it back. “You don’t need covers. Just stay close to me and I’ll keep you warm.”
“This is so weird.” I roll over to face him only to find his eyes shut, refusing to greet the day.
My freak-out would be much greater in proportion if I hadn’t lain here, wide awake for thelast three minutes, analyzing everything that’s happened over the last twelve hours or so. I’m pretty sure Cyrus and I are in a relationship. We had the practice sex and it was great. Then we did it again to make sure it wasn’t a one-time fluke.
It wasn’t.
“It’s only weird because you’re overthinking it.”
“Of course I’m overthinking it. That’s what I do.” I tug on the covers again, but thistime more to annoy him than actually get covers.
He smiles, still not opening an eye. “I know.”
How annoying. He’ll be this smug for a while. Completely unbearable.
“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” If I can get him out of this bed, I can roll over and snuggle in the covers without interference.
“Yes. I’m going to take you to breakfast.”
Breakfast?
“Where?” Cyrus really does have importantstuff to do today. I’m not quite sure there’s a ton of time to be out looking for breakfast.
His smile falls when he comes to the same conclusion. “The athletes’ cafeteria.”
“How romantic.”
“It is.” Now he opens an eye to glare at me. “A healthy breakfast is the most important part of the day. I’m starting you off on the best foot possible.”
It’s a little too early for me to be engaging ina game of wits against Cyrus, but I plan to fake it. Make some snotty comment about finding one of the servers cute or something, but my plans are waylaid when Cyrus’ phone rings.
“Are you going to answer your phone?” I ask when he doesn’t move.
“No,” he says closing his eye. “It’s not my phone.”
Oh shit. He’s right. It’s mine.
Thankfully, last night after we took a break to eat dinner, Iran by my room and grabbed my charger to plug it in here. “It’s my mother.”
“Of course it is. She has to make sure you’re alive at least twice a day. What do you expect?” He laughs, enjoying my torture.
I scowl, but it doesn’t do any good since we’re so close. Cyrus has always enjoyed laughing at me over my mother’s crazy behavior from afar, but what he doesn’t understand is that if we’re dating,she’ll consider him even more of a son. He thinks she mothers him now. I can’t wait to see what it’s like once this cat is out of the bag.
“Hello,” I say pretending like I don’t know it’s my mother on the other line.
She doesn’t waste any time… as usual. “Charlie, where are you?”
“In my room.”
“We’re at your room.” Her voice rises. “I’ve been knocking for five minutes. We wanted to take youto breakfast.”
Oh crap.
“I mean Iwasin my room. Now I’m in Cyrus’ room. He wanted to go to breakfast in the cafeteria.” I nudge him hard in his shoulder.
