I start cooking as I hear Dylon hum in the bathroom, making me smile softly as I listen to him. He keeps humming as I plate the steak and head back into the kitchen.

He stops once I reach the bathroom and he looks at me. I raise an eyebrow and smile softly before handing him the silverware but hold the plate as I sit on the ground.

He raises an eyebrow, "Uhm, what are you doin'?"

"Holdin' the plate?" I question, tilting my head.

"Why?" he questions back. 

"Because you can't and you're in the bath?" I say as he stares at me before he starts cutting the steak. As he eats I see his ears flick and I watch him, why am I even doin' this? Why am I actin' like this? 

He glances at me from under his eyelashes and I a lot drop the plate but he catches it.

"Geez, M*ster," he mumbles and I purse my lips, "Forgive me,"

"I do but be careful," he says, sighing as he sinks into the tub. I set the plate down and stand as he plays with his tail. I watch him before I lean down, my hands on each side of the tub as he looks up at me; his lips parting.

I lean down more, brushing my lips against his before I stand quickly. He looks at me, his eyes wide as I turn; picking up the plate as I head out of the bathroom.

Wha....why did he kiss me? I hear him think as I lick my lips then bite my lip as I set the plate in the sink, I don't even know. But I did it. And he didn't get mad. But....what about that guy when I found him? I think as I sigh and shake my head.

I hear the tub draining and I hurry to the bathroom, seeing him already standing with a towel around his waist and he steps out of the tub. I watch him as he doesn't look at me.

"Dylon I-"

"It's fine," he says softly, cutting me off as he runs a hand through his wet hair before moving past me.

"But-"

"It's fine," he mumbles and heads for my room to change. I turn as I watch him. But it's not. First I drink from you then kiss you. I think as I hear him shuffle in my room before it stops.

I grunt and shake my head, running my hands through my hair as I turn to the livingroom; sitting on the couch. I hear him come out of my room and go into the kitchen.

I close my eyes before rubbing my face with my hands and I stand, heading into my room and into my rooms bathroom as I turn on the shower. I need to cool down. To think. 

Once the shower warms I get in, letting the water roll down my body as I close my eyes, letting the water on my face. What have I done?