I went downstairs into the kitchen where I could smell all the morning goodness of beacon and egg and I think I smell toast as well.
I sat down on the same stool as yesterday a plate was in front of me before I could say anything. "Thank you, " I said before taking a bite. He nodded taking a plate for himself and sitting across from me.
We ate in silence with my thoughts eating at my mind I decided then you talk. "I'm sorry, " I apologize. He stopped eating looking up from his plate.
"What for?" He asked wiping his lips.
"Last night. I shouldn't have..." He interrupted me.
"It's okay you don't have to apologize."
I didn't argue with him leaving my eyes to fall to the table like it's the most interesting thing. My hand was covered with warmth taking my eyes away from the table to see his hand covering mine.
I glance up then making eye contact. His fingers curl around my hand giving it a little squeeze.
"You can talk to me, " he suggested his eyes sincere.