A/N: Thanks to everyone who followed and favorited since the last chapter! Sorry this is late, I have had the worst week. My heater broke, I messed up my knee, and the snow really messed up my commute. Then once I get out of the habit of writing everyday I forget to write.

I shifted and yawned. I was warm, comfortable and knowing that school was cancelled I had little interest in getting up. I froze when I felt something move against me. I felt myself being pulled closer to the mass of heat behind me and I opened my eyes. When I didn't recognize the room, I remembered that I was at Steve's and he was behind me. I heard him groan and he buried his face into my neck. I giggled and felt Steve stretch behind me. I rolled over to face him and saw him rub his eyes before smiling at me.

"Good morning," I smiled at him.

"Good morning, sorry I grabbed you." He blushed a bit. "I was asleep, otherwise I would have kept my distance."

"Don't worry about it, I think my virtue is still in tact." He laughed awkwardly and I sat up in bed stretching my arms over my head.

"What do you think about breakfast?" He rolled over and propped himself up on his elbow.

"Unless you are in the mood for cereal I don't think I have anything."

"Then I think it is time for a trip to the store."

I stood up rearranging my leggings around my legs, glad that I had worn them yesterday because I would have been uncomfortable in anything else. Steve stood up as I walked around the bed and he followed me out into the hall. I walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge. Oh boy, he was not kidding, the fridge was basically empty. I slowly turned and looked and Steve, who rubbed the back of his neck.

"I was going to go to the store today anyway."

"Uh huh." I nodded before shutting the fridge. "Well do you have a car to take to the store?"

"Yes, it's in the garage." I looked over at him a little surprised. He owned a car and a motorcycle. What kind of college student had two vehicles and a bitching apartment. Steve grabbed some keys from a dish by the door before holding the door open for me, smiling. I smiled at him and waited just outside the door, while he locked up.

"So, do you have a roommate? I noticed the other bedroom." Steve turned to me and shook his head.

"No, the other room is just empty. I didn't have anything to put in it and haven't gotten around to buying a guest bed yet." I nodded. Back to be confused about how he affords this place. "Do you care what store we go to?"

"Nope, whatever you prefer."

Steve nodded before leading me to a large car. He unlocked the passenger side door and held it open for me before, moving around the car to get in. He backed out of the parking space and left the garage, heading off into the city. It was only about a five minute drive to the store and I lead the way, grabbing a cart upon entering the store.

"Ok, what are you in the mood for?" The store was pretty empty as I lead Steve to one side pushing the cart.

"I'm not picky I'll eat anything." I rolled my eyes, but didn't say anything.

I wandered through the stores grabbing things off of shelves and pointing to things on high shelves for Steve to get. We moved through the store quickly. It was interesting because Steve mostly followed me through the store quietly, only adding things to the cart occasionally. I was about to leave an aisle when I noticed Steve wasn't behind me. I turned around and saw him hovering in front of a display of cupcakes. I watched as he stared at them for awhile before grabbing a package and walking up to me. He looked at me and we kept eye contact as he placed the cupcakes into the cart. I shook my head.

"No." I took the cupcakes out of the cart. "Store bought cupcakes have way more sugar than regular cupcakes, if you want cupcakes I will make you some."

Steve stood by the cart and watched me put back the cupcakes before he followed me to the baking aisle. I turned back to Steve and he was pouting behind me, hands in his pockets. I put my hands on my hips and looked at him.

"Don't be sad. Come on you can pick any kind of cake you want and any frosting." He looked up at me before turning to the shelf and looking over the boxes. He stared at them for a while before picking up a frosting first, then grabbing a cake mix he put both in the cart. I smiled at him before pushing the cart towards the check outs. I got in line and looked at the tabloids while waiting. I felt hands on my shoulders and I turned quickly and saw Steve standing behind me looking down at me. I blushed slightly and he smiled at me before leaning his head down next to mine.

"The guy from yesterday is over to the left." I turned and saw Marcus standing in another line glancing over at us. "I thought you might still want to avoid him."

"You are a life saver." I smiled up at Steve and put my hands over his and leaned back against him.

"So what are we actually going to eat?" He looked over my shoulder and into the cart.

"You are just now curious about what we're eating? You'll just have to wait and it will be a surprise."

Steve let go of me, moving to the front of the cart and started putting things on the belt. I watched him before handing him the things that were closer to me. I moved around the cart to get to the register, but Steve moved an arm in front of me and pushed me back gently. He pulled out his wallet and paid before turning back to me. I crossed my arms and watched him as he smiled at me.

"I'm definitely not going to let you pay for my groceries."

"I picked most of them out." I uncrossed my arms and started putting bags back into the cart.

"And you're going to cook for me." He moved bags into the cart, as well. "At least I hope so, I can't cook anything."

I smiled at him as he pushed the cart out towards the front of the door. I fell into step beside him and we walked in silence to the car. We loaded the groceries into the trunk together before getting in and heading back to Steve's place. When he opened the trunk Steve gathered all, but two bags into his hands before starting to the elevators. I stared after him before quickly grabbing the last two bags and shutting the trunk. I hurried over to get on the elevator Steve was holding.

"Don't you need to lock your car?" He shook his head.

"It does it automatically."

We got off the elevator and I watched Steve switch all the bags to one hand to pull out his keys. The muscles in his arm strained and I stared as the sleeve of his shirt stretched around his bicep. I shook my head and walked through the door quickly when Steve held it open. I put the bags on the counter and started pulling things out to put them away. I put away anything that could go in the fridge and left the other items for Steve to put where he wanted. I was holding a gallon of milk to put away when suddenly it hit me.

"Do you own things to cook with, like pots and pans." Steve laughed and turned to me.

"Yeah, the kitchen is fully stocked, I just don't use it." I nodded.

"Good, I have no idea what the backup plan would have been. Ok, we need a bowl, spoon and a pan." I stretched before gathering ingredients on the counter, while Steve pulled out the dishes.

"What can I do?" I handed Steve two packs of raspberries.

"First, can you wash those."

Steve and I worked in mostly silence, but I would mumble to myself thinking about the recipe to make sure I was doing things right. I would give Steve simple tasks and quickly we were ready to cook. I started the pan heating and stood back looking at Steve. He was staring down in the bowl and slightly moving the batter around. He looked up at me and smiled.

"Ok, what is it?"

"Crepes." His smile widened.

"Really?" I laughed and nodded. "I don't think I've ever had crepes. Seen them in restaurants, but never gotten them."

"Never? I love crepes. You can make them into pretty much anything."

I moved my hand over the pan and felt the heat coming off of it so I put a little butter in it before spooning in some of the batter. I watched the crepe cook and tried peeling up the edges a couple of times. I waited a little longer, but when I tried to peel it out it was stuck. I squealed and quickly grabbed the spoon and began to pry it off. The crepe started to smoke and when I had finally gotten it out of the pan it was black. Steve looked down at the plate and wrinkled his nose.

"Hey, it's an artform. The first one never comes out right." I put a larger amount of butter in the pan and put in more batter. This time I was able to lift the crepe out of the pan with no problem. "Ta da!"

"That looks much better." I rolled my eyes but laid the crepe out flat onto the plate.

"Now we put down the cream, which you made." I spooned the cream mixture into the center of the crepe before rolling it. "Then we put the berries on top."

I passed the plate to Steve and he grabbed a fork from the drawer before cutting a piece off. I watched as he took his first bite and his eyes widened while he nodded.

"It's delicious." I felt incredibly proud of myself and turned back to the stove.

"The question is, how many of those will you eat?"

"Four." I turned and looked at him. "After this one."

I watched as Steve took another large bite before adding more batter to the pan. I made five more crepes and Steve would fill them after I took them from the pan. Steve poured each of us a glass of orange juice before carrying everything outside to eat on the balcony. We talked while we ate and I was amazed that Steve was still able to finish his breakfast before me. We washed the dishes together before I reluctantly told Steve that I should be heading home. He gave me a lift on his motorcycle and when he said goodbye, he gave me another kiss on the cheek.