Chapter 2
"Ughhhhhhh...", I groaned as I heard my alarm go off. I started reaching around for my phone. I was restrained from moving. As I opened my eyes, I found that two muscular arms were wound around my waist. I looked up to see Derek's sleeping face. I then realized that I was much too comfortable. I felt bad if I had to wake him up, so I fell back asleep in his arms.
A few hours later, I felt Derek starting to move. I peeked up at him. His eyes were open and he seemed to be looking down towards me and smiling. I took this as a good sign. I then pretended to just have woken up. "How did this happen?", I asked, laughing a little. "I think we both fell asleep on each other.", he replied, laughing. "I think so.", I replied, smiling.
As I reluctantly tried to disentangle myself, my foot got caught under the coffee table and I stumbled, falling back onto Derek who was still on the couch. I look at him, my cheeks burning. He smiled at me assuredly. "What can I say, I'm a klutz.", I state, shrugging. "You do have a bad habit of falling, tripping, or stumbling every so often.", Derek agreed.
Derek invited me to stay for breakfast. I gladly accepted not wanting to leave. He insisted on cooking, so I sat back and turned on the TV. I come to realize I have a million missed calls and a backed up inbox. A few were from my mom, but the vast majority were from Penelope. I sent her a text telling her I'd meet her for a late lunch and explain everything. My mom was worried because she hadn't been in contact with me in over a day. I replied to her saying that I was really busy with this new script that didn't really exist and Dancing with the Stars had taken up most of my time for the past few days. When I told her who my partner was she about went through the roof. She had a million questions for me, which I put off, saying that it would just be easier to talk in person. If she only knew that I had spent the night wrapped in his arms at his apartment. She'd have a cow and then some.
By the time I got my iPhone unclogged of all those messages and calls, Derek announced breakfast was ready. I spotted a myriad of food atop the table. Apparently, he's Bobby Flay's long lost son too, I thought. The omelet and hash browns I ate were amazing. "This is amazing.", I comment. "Thanks, I knew watching Food Network would pay off some day.", Derek said. We spent the next few hours in even more conversation. I reluctantly had to leave at three to make my lunch date with Caitlin. Derek drove me back to my apartment. During the car ride he mentioned that we'd have an eight hour practice the following day at the studio. I tried to conceal my excitement at the thought. Right after we said goodbye, Derek suddenly leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. His eyes held mine for a moment before he got into his car and drove off. I stood there incredulously and I watched his car disappear down the road.