We get to the mansion and Harvey helps me with taking my stuff to my room. When I am done unpacking and getting settled in, Ms. June walks in.

"How are you feeling?", she asks, taking a seat next to me on the bed.

"Nervous, anxious, panicky", I list out my negative overwhelming emotions.

"Why"

I shrug. "It feels weird, does he even know?"

She smiles at me, knowing who exactly I'm talking about.

"Yes he does", she pats my shoulder "Don't worry about it". She then walks out of the room and says a quick goodnight to me before she shuts the door.

Exhaustion seeps in and I take a quick shower, get into my sleep shorts and an oversized black hoodie then get into bed.

Tossing and turning is not part of the plan. It is never part of any plan. Why can't I get any sleep?

I look at the time on my phone screen.

01:32 am. And I am still not asleep.

It could be because of my weird nerves or the fact that I subconsciously know that this is not where I usually sleep.

I need something to make me sleep. Like some crackers and warm milk.

I spring out of the bed and quietly walk out of the room to make my way to the kitchen. Tip toeing in the dark, I am thankful for the moonlight that streams in to provide a bit of light, as I finally make it to the kitchen.

Being in here at this time, I get to see how big this kitchen really is. Without Pierre here I can really feel the coldness of the stainless steel. It always feels warm when he is in here. This place always feels full.

He has that big of a presence.

I open the fridge and get the milk out on the counter. Then I look for the crackers. As I rummage through the pantry for the crackers, I hear a sound coming from the main part of the kitchen.

My anxiety goes into overdrive. I stop moving and try to listen again as I hear shuffling around the kitchen.

"Who's there?", I ask in a breathy voice.

I quietly walk out of the pantry and hold the packet of crackers as a makeshift weapon. I curse myself for not turning the lights on when I got in here because now anxiety is messing up my vision.

I can't see well in this dark kitchen and I can't even hear the shuffling anymore over the sound of my heartbeat in my ears.

I move forward with my trusted packet of crackers ready to inflict any harm on life threatening dolls that want to kill me.

Damn you Kyle. I swear the next time I see you I am going to kill you for traumatising me like this.

In the middle of cussing out my cousin in my head I walk into a wall and let out a squeak dropping the crackers in the process. Not because of the fact that I bumped my forehead but because of the texture of the wall. Walls are supposed to be cold, not warm and soft.

Instinctively my hands move to feel what's in front of me and that is when the lights come on and I am in the most awkward position I could be in right now.

The wall is a chest of pure muscle, which I am currently touching with my hands. I look up to see Alexander's blue eyes filled with amusement.

My hands have a mind of their own and don't listen to my brain commanding them to let go of this man's toned chest. I'm holding on to his pecks as if they were a rope that is saving me from falling off the edge of a cliff.

Why isn't he saying anything?

His eyes keep darting between my hands on his chest and my face that's currently staring up at him. He is a mountain of a man. His 6ft3 frame towers over my measly 5ft2.

I'm a midget. I blame my mom for this.

He somehow breaks the trance we're caught in and moves back. My hands sliding off his chest. I look at everything else that is not him and my gaze lands on the crackers on the floor.

I bend down to pick them up at the same time he does and our foreheads bump against one another.

"Ooof", I say rubbing the spot.

He lets out a chuckle and I kid you not it is one of the most beautiful sounds I have ever heard.

"What are you doing up at this time of night?", he asks as he put the crackers on the counter next to the milk.

"I couldn't sleep", I reply as smoothly as I can. My knees are going to give out from the fact that I am talking to this half naked man right now.

Why doesn't he have a shirt on? My heart can't take the sight of him like this. His pajama pants are snug on his hips.

"I see, so you think this might help?", he says gesturing to the items on the counter.

I nod at him. He walks to one of the cabinets and grabs a glass and a mug which he hands to me. He takes out a bottle of water from the fridge and pours the water into a glass while I pour my milk.

He watches me in silence as I warm the milk in the microwave and grab the crakers. We walk out of the kitchen at the same time and walk to our rooms.

Before he walks up the stairs he turns to look at me.

"Goodnight Ms Jones", he says with his beautiful accent.

"Goodnight Mr Cain" I reply.

He stares at me a little bit longer and I can't help but notice how his eyes trail up my legs right up to the hem of the hoodie which stops mid-thigh. He then turns and walks up the stairs.

I walk to my room and quickly down the milk and crackers.

Once I settle into bed, I start feeling the wonderful pull of sleep. I go off into dreamland with a single thought.

Did Alexander Cain just check me out?