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The bedroom door slowly opens, and I lift my head to see who it is. I expect it would be Johnny or Shannon, but no, It's Joey.
Joey switches on the light, before walking further into the room. I wince at how fast it went from dark to light, and Delilah makes a sound of disapproval, before rolling over and pressing her head into my arm.
Joey looks down at the floor, and when he notices his sister's shirt and jeans next to my sweatshirt and sweatpants, he looks back up and starts death glaring at me. "You two have some serious explaining to do."
At the sound of Joey's voice, Delilah moves her head from my arm and rubs her eyes a few times before half smiling at her brother. "Hi, Joe. Are you feeling better?"
"I was feeling great, until I walked in and saw this." He mutters, running a hand through his hair. "Get dressed, both of ya. Johnny's mother is downstairs."
With that Joey turns around and heads for the door, but stops, and spins around again. "I'll be waiting outside, you have five minutes."
"Joey." Delilah groans, "Go downstairs, we won't be long."
"Absolutely not. I'll be outside the door. If I hear something I don't like I'm coming in." Joey actually leaves this time, the door slamming behind him.
Delilah sits up, making the duvet go down to her lap giving me a view of her bare stomach. She runs a hand through her hair, and untangles a few strands before she lays on top of me, her cold hands pressed on my chest and her face inches away from mine.
"How did you sleep?"
Better than I have in a while. It's nice going to sleep without loud ass music playing.
"Great, how did you sleep?"
"Me too." She smiles, "I think sleeping next to you is better than sleeping by myself."
"Yeah, because you use my chest as a pillow half the time, and now you're literally on me, when did I become something for you to just lay on?"
"I'm comfortable, and don't act like you hate it, because you clearly like it." She smirks, looking at me then down at my boxers. "And your hand is literally on my ass."
I give her a look, but then realize that she's right, my right hand is covering her cheek, and especially because she's only in a pair of small underwear, I'm going to need to take a cold shower when I'm back home.
"Three minutes." I hear Joey call from outside as he knocks on the door. "You both better be dressed."
"Joey, go away." Delilah shakes her head, "I'm sorry about him, he's annoying."
"I heard that." Joey grumbles, "Now you have one minute."
Delilah sighs and gets off me, she stands on the floor and picks up her shirt, and pulls it on over her head. Then she picks up my sweatpants and throws them so they land on my chest.
