Morning came quicker than I had expected and as I walk into the kitchen I'm greeted by Steel cooking breakfast for us. I smile to myself as this is something that I can look at all the time. He looks so large in my small kitchen and it's actually kind is strange and nice at the same time to see him. I sit down by the island in the middle of the kitchen where it serves as a table. "Good morning" I say with a smile on my face as I greet him. It truly is a good morning and I'm ready for the night.

Some might say that it is barbaric for me to let a stranger in the apartment and sleep here but somehow he doesn't feel like a stranger to me at all and I can't seem to explain that, but he feels like a man that I've known for a long time, and yet I don't know him or barely know him. "Morning" He says and his husky voice makes my heart flutter in ways that it has never fluttered before. The heat is rising within my body. His voice does things to me that no one has ever done.

"Will you be going to the boxing..." I trail of not knowing what to say or what it is called, but he just chuckles as he sets down a plate in front of me and I stare down at it in hunger. "Yes" He answers but I can tell that he doesn't want to go deeper into the subject and I'm not going to ask that of him if he's not comfortable talking about it. He puts a plate for himself, and then we start eating but I get the feeling that there is this awkward tension between us which I just have to break.

"Did you sleep well?" I ask him suddenly, completely out of the blue. "Yes. Did you?" He asks me. Even when he had said that he slept well he does have some purple bags under his eyes. Perhaps he just had one of those nights where he had a hard time going to sleep and staying asleep. It can happen to the best of us and is normal. I think it is related to the fact that he was sleeping in a bed that wasn't his own. "Yes, like a kitten" I tell him with a giggle.

Steel turns his head to look at me and raises an eyebrow at me which only makes me burst out into laughter. "I mean who would want to sleep like a baby? They're always waking up in the middle of night and crying. A kitten can sleep for hours without as much as waking up" I explain to him and I can see the hints of amusement in his eyes, the eyes that are a bit grayish, making it seem like metal. Does he get his name from his eyes? I wonder if that is even his real name.

I do not know much about boxers but I know that they have these scary names that show how... scary they are and things like that. Though I don't think I should ask that. "You are a little kitten. Sweet, adorable, playful, short" He speaks and I roll my eyes. "Not everyone can be as tall and scary as you" I say, and he smiles. He is rather tall, my head only reaches to his upper chest but lower than his shoulders. And each time that I have to look at him, I have to look up.

"Scary means even the darkness fears me" He speaks and his mood changes in matter of seconds and I wonder why, but then I catch my mistake. "I'm sorry, I never meant for it to sound mean. It's just that usually people are afraid of men that are so large" I tell him, trying to explain. He takes my hand as I had finished eating some minutes ago. Though my head remains looking at the ground. Until his hand runs under my chin and with his thumbs he gently lifts my head and turns it to look at him.

His skin is so warm and comfortable that it makes me never want him to let go of me again, the same feeling that I had felt yesterday but I think it's best to not read too much into this. When looking into his eyes I see this depth that I must have missed and there are so many emotions there but the one that shines the most is happiness and... love. I think. His eyes show me a lot of pain and a lot of suffering and my heart feels for him, wishing to hold him to make all the pain go away.

"Never apologize for believing me to be capable of driving away the evil" He says. For a moment I don't understand what he speaks of but maybe that doesn't matter because this moment that we share now is everything and I don't want it to end but like everything it needs to end because he must have other things planned for the day and I have to practice. it's Saturday and I have all day to practice for the show tonight and I need it to be better than perfect. I nod my head and he removes his hand.

Yet I don't want him to. We wash the dishes and then put them into the dishwasher before we make ourselves ready and as I'm walking down the steps to go outside I get a thought. "Do you want to come to my show tonight? I can get you a ticket if you want" I ask him, suddenly so nervous like if I were presenting a project in front of a whole lot of people in school, I never get this nervous when dancing though. He looks at me for a moment as if he's thinking. We're standing outside. "I'm busy tonight, maybe later" Steel says and without another word he has walked into a direction and soon disappears from my view while I stand there stunned and unsure of what had just happened.