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Morning came and I slowly and achingly got out of bed. I showered again and dressed in my own long-sleeve shirt along with Alaric’s sweatpants he had given me yesterday.

I wandered downstairs in the large, silent condo. I searched around the kitchen, carefully touching everything as though it was priceless. I decided on a simple lunch of a banana and grilled cheese sandwich. I found the electric skillet and plugged it in. I began buttering the bread when I heard the front door open and looked up.

Alaric walked in looking just as swoon-worthy handsome as he always did. His long, wavy brown hair was pulled up into a man bun. His tight black pants clung tightly to him as his shirt with the fire station emblem hung loosely over his muscular arms and chest. He tossed his shoes off before jogging into the kitchen to me.

I nervously looked down at the bread I was buttering in my hand. Would he be angry I was utilizing his kitchen or eating his food? He was sure in a hurry to get over to me