"You're hungry?" I stop rummaging the fridge hearing that familiar voice. Taking an apple out, I close the fridge again as I feel the heat radiated from his body signalling he's standing behind me.

"I marinated chicken for lunch, I can cook it now if you're hungry."

Lunch. Yeah I skipped that after our little get-together at his room. Instead of rushing for lunch, I took my own sweet time taking a bath and then nap for a couple of hours before finally coming down for food. It's almost 4 now.

"Yeah I'm hungry." I take a bite on the red apple and lean on the kitchen island.

"Alright gimme...