Movement.
You squeeze your eyelids, drifting slowly to consciousness. The bed is soft beneath you, the sheets cool and soft against your nude body. You breathe in deeply, smelling cotton and cinnamon and sex. It really is the best combination.
You flutter your eyelids, getting used to the morning light. Scattered around you are Bro's furniture and possessions, and beside you on the bed, Bro is turned almost completely away from you, tapping on his phone. Sweatpants cover his legs, and you briefly wonder how long he's been up, before you focus on his cell phone.
Your lips curve into a frown.
Without noticing your awakening, Bro sets his phone down on his dresser and stands. The bed beneath you quakes with the movement, and you silently watch as he walks across the room into his bathroom, shutting the door behind him. A few moments later, you hear the sound of the shower running.
Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you sit up. After a good stretch, you drag yourself across the bed, lying on your stomach as you snatch his phone. With a few quick taps, you are looking at his recently sent texts.
From: Bro
To: Catherine
Sorry about last night, baby. Any way I can make it up to you?
You fight the urge to chuck the cell phone across the room. Instead, you grin, and with a few more taps, you officially erase every single contact on his phone, minus your own and his little brother Dave's.
Satisfied, you put the phone back down and roll out of bed, scavenging for your clothes.
When you're three blocks away from the Striders' apartment, you feel a buzz in your jean pocket.
From: Bro
To: John
I'm going to fucking kill you.
You tap a reply.
From: John
To: Bro
as long as you spank me again. ;)
You don't care what he says.
Bro Strider is yours.
This is a very short chapter. The next chapter will be much longer.