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The following morning you can't help but feel rather conflicted. Despite Aden's verbal confirmation that the evening had been desired and satisfactory, you still can't help worrying you're becoming too impulsive. Trying to temporarily put the previous evening's incident out of your mind, you quietly slip out of the room before your companion wakes. Before you can begin heading to your room, you can feel a slight headache is beginning to form and you know you won't be getting any more sleep this morning. Instead you turn in the other direction, making your way downstairs and towards the kitchen where you hope to track down some aspirin. At the very least you know you'll be able to acquire some water and perhaps something else to put in your stomach. You tentatively make your way inside the unoccupied space and find the area to be larger than any kitchen you've seen before.

After rifling through several drawers without any result, you step over to the faucet and flip it on. Too thirsty to care, you crane your head down and let the cool stream pour into your open mouth. Your eyes drift closed as you take in several gulps of the refreshing liquid before slowly pulling away. You shut the faucet off and turn back around only to find you're no longer alone. Your eyes slowly settle on the man leaning against the doorframe as a light flush spreads across your cheeks. You're sure you've never seen him before as he's not someone you'd easily forget. Tall and athletically built, he runs his hazel eyes along the length of your figure almost suggestively. Bleached white strands of hair fall around and frame his sharp face. Beneath the locks you see the hair around his head is still what appears to be its natural color, black.

"Thirsty?" A light smirk tugs at his lips as his gaze returns to meet yours.

You're still slightly too started to reply and regard the man silently. The thought of running into another housemate, let alone one so attractive, hadn't occurred to you. Your brow knits slightly as you realize you'll need to acknowledge the man eventually.

"I couldn't find a cup." You finally mumble after a few moments of silence.

The man's brow arcs in what appears to be amusement before he straightens up and enters the kitchen. Walking past you, he opens on the cabinets near the fridge revealing a set of fancy crystal glasses. Wordlessly, he plucks one from the shelf and hands it to you before turning and exiting the room. You slowly exhale the breath you realize you've been holding in. Shaking your head slightly, you return to the faucet to fill the vessel.

"Oh, miss Ford."

You startle visibly at the sound of your name but manage to keep your grip on the expensive looking glassware. Turning, you're somewhat distressed but not surprised to see Aden his step into the kitchen and heading for the fridge.

"Was that Kyr?" He inquires casually while casually skimming through the interiors contents. "I hope he was polite to you."

Your blush returns slightly and you quickly look away while shrugging lightly. You only half listen as the man changes the subject to some new topic and you absentmindedly take a seat at the kitchen table.