Steel's apartment is actually quite nice and as my eyes are looking around I notice that this place is even bigger than my own apartment. It is only now that I realize that he's rich. The things that he has around here can only mean that he's rich and this place must have cost a fortune. Coming from money myself I can understand why he never told me about this, he wants to keep it hidden so no one will use him for his money. I understand that and I respect him for it. Though he has to know that I would never use him, in any shape or form.

"It's beautiful" I tell him with a smile on my face. Sitting down on a sofa chair that I find in the living room I continue to look around. There aren't that many personal items here but I can also understand that. "It's not that much. I'm barely here" He tells me as he sits across from me. I find myself blushing that I'm actually in his apartment, he lives here. The place does smell like him. "It's still beautiful" I say, not sure why I need to tell him that.

Perhaps because like me, he needs a place where he can feel at home and just be himself and even if that is not this place, it does still look beautiful, and he has taken care of this place. That I do notice since I know that the police had turned his apartment upside down looking for evidence against him and I will forever blame myself for the things that happened to him because of me. He did nothing but save me, and he was repaid by people thinking that he was the one that did this to me.

"Do you want to watch something?" He asks me and I nod my head, not even sure what I can say at the moment. It's a bit awkward right about now. My mind is having a hard time trying to figure out why I'm feeling awkward or why I'm like this and blushing madly. Steel turns on the television that is a flat screen on the wall, and then he hands me the remote after he has turned on Netflix. "I'm going to make lunch, choose whatever you want" He tells me and I nod my head at his words. "Before I go to the kitchen, do you want water or tea or lemonade?" He asks me.

Letting out a small giggle I can't help but find his question a bit adorable, like him. "Water, please" I say as I look down to the ground with a blush coating my face. I don't know why I'm blushing so much but I don't want it to stop. The way that he makes me feel, I don't want that to stop either. He heads out of the living room and with the remote I start to go over the movies and shows that are on Netflix.

Yet as I'm going through them, I find that I can't seem to be able to find anything because my thoughts get distracted by him. His large muscles which I've begun to wonder how he can have them, and I can't stop picturing his eyes that haunt me but in the best way possible. The way that he makes me feel is something that I don't want to leave, and yet I can't stand it. It doesn't make any sense. With a sigh I find a movie that I have watched before but a long time ago.

It starts and I start watching him, trying to focus on it. However, like before my thoughts keep wandering over to him. My heart is begging me to run into the kitchen, wherever that is, and jump into his arms and just be near him and just be in his arms and feel his strong and safe embrace around my body. Like ballet, he can make me forget and I think that is what is happening here. Steel is staring to bring me happiness that I've never known before and it is similar to dancing but it is not the same thing, that I can tell.

Entering the living room Steel holds a tray of sandwiches and my stomach growls at them and the smell is amazing. He hands me one and thank him and take the first bite of the sandwich. The flavors just marry one another in my mouth and this is a ride that my taste buds have gone on, and they don't want to come back but at the same time they still want to taste this amazing sandwich. "This amazing" I tell him with my mouth filled with food, no matter how gross that is but this sandwich is the best in the world.

I had no idea that he could make it so good. I'm a moaning mess here. "Where have you been all my life?" I ask him and he chuckles and smirks at me. It's clear that his ego has taken a field trip but that is the least of my mind as I'm just going to enjoy this sandwich and I'm sure that he won't mind that I'm getting another and perhaps a third and forth one but I just can't get enough of this. It's officially my favorite food and I'm glad that he's the one that makes it.

"What are you watching?" He asks me and for a moment I thought that I saw him wink at me as he hands me another sandwich, though I could've been mistaken as I'm in heaven at the moment. "I don't know" I murmur to him. Not even wanting to talk at the moment. Why is he not a chef? I wonder how good his food would be if he were, yet still it does make me sad that if he had been we would've perhaps never have met and I would not have be feeling this way. Is that selfish of me?