I groan, rolling over dramatically. My hand reaches out, finding only empty sheets beside me. I peel my eyes open, frowning gently at the vacant space.

It hadn't been a dream, right? He was here, with me.

I press my nose into the sheets, inhaling his soft scent as memories of last night come flooding back to me. I shudder suddenly, swearing that I can still feel his fingers running through my hair, stroking down my back.

That's all that had happened. I'd invited him to stay and he had. He'd held me close, his magical hands running over every part of me with a delicacy that left sparks in their wake. Laying in his arms, held and protected from the world, had been like a dream. But it was real. I'm sure of it.

I pull myself up reluctantly, sliding into a pair of jogging bottoms and pad out into the living room. I peer around, everything perfectly in place and frown. There's a light humming sound emanating from my kitchen, a delicate clink echoing through the empty rooms.

I follow the gentle sounds, pausing at the edge of my kitchenette as a smile creeps onto my lips.

Blue is stood in the centre of the room, in nothing but his boxers and completely in his element.

I watch in amusement as he moves between the counters, humming softly to himself as he goes to extraordinary lengths to recreate my daily coffee order. He handles my coffee machine like a pro, the air bitter and warm with the scent of freshly ground coffee beans.

He gently warms my coconut milk on the stove, frothing it with rapt attention as he moves through the motions of this one coffee with religious care and devotion. The soft morning light that pours through the window bounces off his hair, causing it to gleam against his pale skin. I watch as he brews a double espresso patiently, paying extra attention to not allow any grounds to slip into the drink.

He roots through my collection of mugs, glancing between them indecisively until he settles upon my favourite. It's a large, wide mouthed mug that is in the shape of a pumpkin, perfectly depicting my love of the Autumn months.

He drizzles caramel sauce, which I shamelessly keep hordes of, inside the mug before combining the coffee with the warm milk. I watch as he tips it into the mug, drizzling the top with caramel too before running a tissue along the outside rim.

He steps back, looking at it before nodding to himself and I feel my heart swell with affection.

I step forwards, unable to stay away from him for a moment longer. He jumps as I glide my hand across his back, his startled expression turning to meet mine.

"Morning." I murmur softly, smiling as his features melt at the sight of me.

"Good morning." He mumbles, his arms reaching for me automatically.

He draws me close, tucking me against his side as his lips press against my hair. The warmth of his body and the smooth, firm lines of his chest against mine feel like heaven. I can't get enough.

"I made you a coffee." He mentions and I smile.

He didn't just make me a coffee. He made the simple morning ritual look like art.

"I saw. Thank you." I say, reaching for it.

I take a sip, humming to myself at the taste. It's perfect.

I glance around the kitchen, noting that he's put away all of the dishes and wiped everything down too. Everything is spotless, just the way I keep it, and I smile helplessly at his attention to my way of living.

"You have an amazing coffee machine. Why the hell do you waste your money at Starbucks when you could literally make it at home?" He asks, his tone puzzled.

I draw back to look at him, a vague blush warming my cheeks.

"Why do you think?" I ask shyly, laughing softly as his expression drops in realisation.

"Oh." He says softly.

He doesn't seem to have any words for that, instead drawing me closer to him.

I sink against his side, cradling my warm mug with a contented sigh. My eyes slip closed, relishing in the warm, comforting quiet of just the two of us in the early morning calm. There's a soft pitter patter of rain against my window and it feels like the perfect accompaniment to the scent of coffee and the feel of him. It can't last though, it never does.

"When do you need to be at work?" I mumble.

"Eight." He says and I nod.

Selfishly, I never want him to leave. I want to live in this perfect moment. The thought scares me slightly. We've only had one date, but for some reason this feels like a long time coming, and he feels like so much more to me. It feels as thought we've been doing this forever, already so connected.

It's just gone seven and I know that I need to let go of him if he wants to shower and make it to work on time. But I don't wanna.

I exhale heavily, releasing him and choosing to lean against the counter opposite instead. It's not a bad decision, this angle giving me the perfect view of his chest. I hum happily as I steal another sip from my mug.

"What about you?" Blue asks, clearly not happy with the space between us as he steps closer, his hands resting against the counter on either side of my waist.

"Tuesdays we have a matinee show at 2:30 and an evening show at 7:30, but it's the beginning of the week and they like to do some scene re-caps. I need to be there around 10:30." I say, glancing at the clock.

Tuesdays are long days, rehearsals followed by two shows is a killer, and I'm always exhausted by the end of them.

"I'll have something special waiting for you when you come in then." Blue promises, his lips pressing against the side of my head and I grin.

"Do you mind if I shower?" He asks and I shake my head.

"Go ahead. Do you want to borrow some clothes?" I ask and he shoots me an amused look.

"We have slightly different styles." Blue says delicately and I roll my eyes.

"I do own a t-shirt." I mutter, moving towards my room.

I fish it out, noting that it is only one of three. Maybe I should buy more t-shirts? I extend it to Blue, who takes it gratefully before wandering into the bathroom.

I mill around in the kitchen, eventually deciding to throw together a pancake batter, for want of anything better to do. I flip them absently, contemplating my new role as domestic goddess. It seems to suit me rather well.

I smile as I scoop out another perfectly formed pancake, adding it to the rapidly growing stack.

When Blue emerges, I can't help but stare, doing an embarrassing double take.

His hair is an even darker shade of blue when damp, his fingers having raked it back from his face like he's an extra in Baywatch. My t-shirt is a little tight on him, clinging to his defined chest and making his arms look even more prominent.

"You're cute." He says, wandering over to me and stealing a pancake.

"You're gorgeous." I breathe, without meaning to actually voice the words.

His cheeks heat but he smiles regardless, the expression so pretty on his face.

I watch Blue in amusement as he lathers chocolate spread between two pancakes before eating it like a sandwich. I tear my eyes away from him quickly, a little too fixated on his lips.

Blue has been a complete gentleman since the moment he arrived, and I appreciate it more than I can possibly vocalise. I'm a slow burner with relationships, always have been, but ever since he kissed me over the counter of Starbucks, I've been chomping at the bit to do it again.

And the bastard has been nothing but a gentleman. It's infuriating.

It's like he always knows exactly what I want, and instead, gives me the exact opposite.

He wanders away to find his things and I sigh heavily. I bite my lip, wondering if I should just jump him. I wonder if he'd mind?

"Grey?"

I look up, disappointed to see him slipping his phone into his pocket as he tugs his shoes on. I make my way over to him slowly, smiling at his outstretched arms.

I fall into them, holding him tight and inhaling the soft scent of him mixed with me.

"Thank you, for everything." He says softly, and the sincerity in his voice says a hundred more words than he does.

I pull away, shaking my head.

"It was a pleasure." I say.

His hand drifts through my hair, cradling my head as he keeps my face close. He leans down and just as I think I'm going to get my kiss, he seems to change his mind and presses his lips against my forehead instead. I exhale heavily as he pulls away.

Sometimes you have to do things yourself.

I gently grasp the back of his neck, pulling him down and press my lips against his. I smile when he responds immediately, kissing me back. He's gentle at first, loving and slow but as I run my hands down his chest, I realise I don't really want that at all.

His hands settle on my waist, backing me up until I'm pressed against the wall of my hall, the planes of his body pressed against mine leaving me totally breathless. When I pull away, it's with a pleasurable gasp. His fingers press into my sides, holding me closer as he presses tantalising kisses against my neck.

It's like his body brings me to life and I'm unbearably hot, in desperate need of more.

But an alarm sounds between us and I groan as Blue retreats. His eyes are just as excited and wild as I imagine mine to be and I grin. He stops the alarm on his phone, glancing at me apologetically.

"Sorry." I say, biting my lip and he laughs.

"Never be sorry about that." He mumbles, pressing one last kiss to my lips.

His hand cradles my face for a moment more before he opens the door. He waves as he goes, leaving my heart thudding with every step that he takes. My fingers brush my lips hesitantly, my smile insatiable.

The sight of him in my shirt, the scent of coffee and the feel of his lips against mine. No, I'm not going to forget any of that for a while.