I woke up alone.

The absence of natural lighting coming through indicated that I was in for a wet weekend which I didn't mind at all.

I sat up from my position and looked around, noticing the blazer was still on the back of the chair.

A small smile appeared on my realization he was still here but it was short lived as I wondered for how long.

I got off the couch and walked into my bedroom. I immediately heard the shower going but I didn't want to disturb him.

He needed to relax from whatever it was that seemed to have him a bit stressed.

He's probably hungry. I thought before walking out and toward the kitchen. I opened the fridge and pulled out some ingredients for a small breakfast. Nothing fancy but just simple as he tends to like.

Once breakfast was done, I walked over to my bedroom and found him towel wrapped and sitting on the bed. His wet, light blue hair stuck out everywhere as he held his face in his hands.

I walked in quietly and sat next to him. He lifted his face to me.

"I made breakfast." I whispered to him, unsure if he was still filling his need of quiet.

He smiled at me as I watched his eyes wander me. I returned one as I stood up to leave. He grabbed my hand before I could walk away.

I didn't turn to him but I felt him tower over me as he stood up. Shortly I found myself back hugged against him.

He whispered a thank you in his native tongue. Though he didn't speak it much around me as I wasn't very fluent, he tended to recite small phrases here and there he knew I could understand.

I softly broke away from him and proceeded to the bathroom. I could feel his eyes on me as his mind was probably deciphering my quiet behavior as I do his. I couldn't stay there. I knew once he got dressed and ate what I prepared, he would leave and I didn't want to see that.

I closed the door behind me and ran the shower.

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I stayed under the running water long enough till it began to ran lukewarm. I exited and dried off.

I tied up my damp curls after soaking the wetness from them with a towel and proceeded to brush my teeth and washed my face.

Opening the bathroom door, I heard a noise coming from the living room. I made sure my towel was secure around me as I walked into the bedroom and down the hall, staying hidden in a shadow.

He's still here?

The TV was on but the volume was low. His speaker phone was blaring hence the noise I was hearing. I would hear his slow but deep responses amidst the conversation. It sounded like a group call and I couldn't make out any of it.

His figure stiffened and he looked as if he was about to turn around but I quickly tiptoed back into the bedroom, smiling a bit at the fact that he was still around. It was unlikely for him to stay this long.

I began to dress. My attire for this rainy day was simple, a blue long sleeve top with a pair of skinny jeans.

I didn't bother with makeup and my hair remained in the same style from my exit from the shower.

I made and official appearance in the living room and stopped with a look of surprise on my face that he was still there. He smiled at my expression.

His phone was down on the table and I assumed his call had ended. He stood up and walked over to me and I felt myself shrinking to him. It wasn't enough that his height made me feel like I've skipped my growth spurt because his presence alone made me question my own being.

He held a powerful aura about him and I think on some level he was aware of the effect it had on others.

"I was waiting for you." His accent deep and thick, laced in a rasp as if he hadn't spoke much today.

"Why?" My voice was timid. I wasn't sure what to say and haven't been since this unofficial arrangement began.

He replied with his lips meeting mine for a soft kiss. He pulled back just a bit to gauge my reaction and his eyes wandered mine.

"Right now, I need you." The warm sweetness of his breath tickled my nose before he lifted me up and carried me back into my room.

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