Chapter 22

Hannah's POV

Do you remember the time that you knew that someone would never do a certain thing, but only to be proven wrong to see them doing the exact thing? Well, that was what Daniel and I were seeing.

Brother, or Dylan, had an apron wrapped around his torso and his headphones on his head. He was moving around the kitchen, cooking up a storm, while shaking his hips to whatever song he was listening to. My mouth fell open, my brain refusing to take in such information in such a short time.

A chuckle sounded from beside me, causing my gaze to land on Daniel who seemed to be trying very hard to hold in his laughter. However, his efforts were in vain because he started to burst out in laughter. Honestly, I did not know what to focus on. Whether on Daniel's gorgeous laughter or on Brother's weird behavior.

I slightly smacked Daniel on the shoulder to try my best to shush him. Which had evidently not worked as he continued to laugh. Soon Brother heard Daniel's loud laughter and turned a