I really don't have an excuse for this chapter.
Enemies to Lovers - Chapter 25
Gabriel awoke in a very unfamiliar place. He was groggy and tired and comfortable. But where the hell was he?
It took a moment for him to realize, he was in his mother's house…
He glanced down at the weight resting on his chest.
… In Peter's bed. How had that happened?
Gabriel reluctantly took his arm off his brother's waist and slid out from under him, eager to get away. It would have been an awkward situation to explain, should someone walk in. It would have been awkward just if Peter woke up.
What was he thinking? They were just brothers. There was nothing wrong with brother's sharing a bed, right? Why would there be?
"Mmmm," Peter moaned, rolling to fill the warm void left by Gabriel's body.
Gabriel smiled sadly at the sleeping form of his brother before sitting down at the foot of the bed to put his shoes back on.
"Peter?" a small voice called from just outside the door just as Gabriel reached for the doorknob. "Oh, hi Gabriel," Marie greeted, smiling up at him mischievously.
"Shh," he said. "Peter's still sleeping."
"No I'm not," came a tired comeback.
"What are you doing in Peter's room?" the girl asked with a grin on her face.
"We were up late talking," he said. "I fell asleep in there."
Marie eyed him suspiciously. "Uh huh," she nodded, his eyes showing disbelief. "Sure. Angela wants you guys down for breakfast in ten minutes. She says if you're late, you don't get fed."
"Thanks sweetheart, we'll be down in a few minutes."
"'Kay," she said before skipping away down the hall.
"That was weird," Gabriel said, turning back to Peter, who had a somewhat awkward expression on his face, as well as a laugh on his lips. "She had the strangest look on her face. I wonder what she was thinking."
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you," Peter said, shaking his head.
"What?" Gabriel asked, curious now.
Peter shook his head again as he rolled out of the bed yawning.
"Thanks for dealing with my angstiness last night," he said.
"I'm not sure that angstiness is a real word."
"Angstiness is too a real word."
"No, angstiness is not a real word."
"Well, it's been used a surprising number of times in the passed thirty seconds considering it's not a real word."
"Are you four?" Gabriel asked curiously.
"Yes. Now get out so I can change," Peter said, chucking a pillow in his direction.
He dodged the pillow easily, then stuck his tongue out as he exited the room.
"If I'm four," Peter called as the door closed. "Then you're two!"