I was woken up by the few rays of sunshine that crept through my window and immediately the last night shot through my mind. Thomas wasn't Kiyan's father and this realization made this whole constellation here at home even more sinister. Mainly because he came across as aggressive. I didn't know to what extent he would still take his frustration out on me, and I didn't want to find out either. Tired, I raised my upper body and pushed my thoughts away from him. It was Monday, which meant he and my mother were definitely working and I finally had my home to myself again. Of course Kiyan was definitely here somewhere, but the way he showed himself to me yesterday, I accepted his presence and didn't feel so uncomfortable with it anymore, actually good. It still made me uneasy, the memory of him being so close to me and then just turning away from me. He also didn't speak to me the entire drive home. Maybe he just didn't like me, but why did he trust me with all this? It didn't make sense, but what else in my life made sense? I swung myself out of my warm bed, found a pair of light-colored jeans, one of my gray hoodies and underwear, and then made my way to the bathroom. As soon as I closed the door, I turned on the water in the shower and started to do my clothes. The warm water gently ran down my body and it was really nice not to think about anything out there for a while. I just washed myself clean, turned off the water after a while, and then stood in front of the mirror with a white towel to brush my teeth. "Mia?" I then heard someone knock on the door and it sent a shiver down my spine when I realized that it was Thomas. Didn't he have to work? "Yes?" I tried to say out loud, but I choked on the toothpaste in my mouth and almost coughed my heart out. "Are you alright?", I heard him again through the door and I wanted to scream "piss off", but I had to calm myself first and drank a few sips of the cold water with my hand, then hurriedly got dressed. It wasn't until I had stuffed my old clothes in the laundry basket and stood fully dressed in front of the mirror that I took a deep breath and then hesitantly opened the bathroom door. Thomas was gone, but I heard something in the kitchen, so I snuck into my room and closed the door there too. I didn't want to meet him, so although I was hungry I stayed in my room for the next few mornings, tidying up and drawing, until I heard the front door and hoped the coast would be clear. I quietly opened my door, looked down the hall and only noticed the silence that pervaded the whole house. I crept down the hall one step at a time and arrived in the open plan living room overlooking the kitchen. I was alone! With a satisfied smile on my face, hunger immediately drove me to the fridge and my appetite took on insatiable proportions. I quickly grabbed the milk and a few slices of salami, then dug out a bowl and Kellogs and carefully put everything down before I closed the fridge and Kiyan suddenly gave me a scare, who was yawning wearily in front of him. I flinched and stood there, lip trembling for a moment before he rubbed his eyes and only then realized he was completely naked except for his boxers. With flushed cheeks and a beating heart, I admired every muscle in his body and was amazed to see several tattoos on his chest and arms. I also noticed a scar on his side, but before I could keep staring like a madman, I caught his satisfied grin and immediately turned nervously to my food. "Pregnant?" I heard him ask and turned to him again, confused. He leaned against the fridge with his arms crossed and nodded towards the counter in front of me, where I then noticed the Kellogs and the slices of salami. "No, I just need something salty with something sweet. The mixture makes it perfect," I babbled embarrassed and then took the bowl to quickly crumble to the dining table. Inwardly, I was annoyed at my saying. He must have thought I was a freak who would eat cheese with chocolate, but I brought that on myself. At the table, I stopped in front of the chair I usually sat in because it overlooked the street through the large window, but grinning, I walked around the glass table to sit exactly where I had the perfect view had on the kitchen, or rather on Kiyan. He stared at his phone, lost in thought, still leaning against the fridge and ruffling his tousled hair. He yawned every once in a while, which just let me guess he must have been out last night or he wouldn't have been as sleepy as he was, which was pretty sweet. As I began shoveling the Kellogs down my body, my eyes naturally drifted back to his toned torso. How could someone exercise so much to look so good? Sometimes I was too lazy to go out the door. "Do you want a photo?" he amusedly pulled me out of my rigid state and our eyes met immediately. I couldn't prevent myself from blushing and I would have preferred to flee somewhere, but then luckily for me he turned to the fridge and I could breathe easy again. He certainly enjoyed embarrassing me like that and it annoyed me not to be more confident, but that's who I was and I didn't really think it was something that could be changed easily. "Were you out yesterday?" I then asked into the silence and although I just wanted a friendly conversation, the question immediately struck me as curious and inappropriate. Then, when he turned to me with a yogurt in his hand and looked at me in confusion, I knew that this really was just a stupid question. "Here I am again," the front door suddenly flew open and I immediately averted my gaze from him, got up and wanted to disappear into my room.