Riley was startled by Zane's alarm clock and was confused when he woke up to find himself in the same position, but Zane absent. He looked at the open door of the bathroom and could see the steam on the mirror and the windows. Zane must have just gotten out of the shower. Riley pulled on his boxers and sauntered into the kitchen. As he figured, Zane was at the stove wearing nothing but a bath towel. His hair was still slightly damp and was going every which way. His back and the top of his bare shoulders were still damp causing Riley to stare at his back muscles as he worked over the stove.

"How is it," Riley said in a raspy morning voice, "that someone could make fixing breakfast look so hot?" Zane turned around to see a muscular Riley standing shirtless at the doorway. Zane admired his body before turning his attention back to the omelet he was making.

"The same way that someone could roll out of bed looking so sexy." Riley walked over to Zane and hugged him from behind. Zane chuckled and stopped working on the stove. "And sticky." Riley dropped his arms and walked backwards to lean on the counter behind him.

"I couldn't shower yet, I wanted to see you first."

"Oh, that's sweet. Sleep well last night?"

"Yeah." Riley didn't mention that he didn't sleep until Zane did. He didn't want to seem creepy. " I don't know why I'm so tired."

"Probably because it's 6:30 in the morning." Riley looked at Zane and then sighed. He couldn't go back to bed, once he was up he was up for good. "It just takes me a while to get ready in the morning."

"I'm not surprised. Do you make extravagant breakfasts every morning Rachel Ray?" Zane smiled and used a spatula to place the omelet onto a plate that was already waiting with bacon and toast.

"Nope," He said as he handed the plate to Riley "just today." Riley watched him turn in the direction of the bedroom and remove his towel to dry his hair. As Riley leaned back to stare at Zane before he disappeared behind the door, he couldn't help thinking what it would be like if life were this way every morning. That would be a little too great. Riley thought as he began eating his omelet. He devoured the rest of it and threw the dishes into the sink before going to take a shower. Zane had briefs on and was making a phone call in the corner of the room, so Riley let him be. He took the quickest shower he could, so that he could be in the same room as Zane again. He felt so happy but so apprehensive about what was going to happen next.

He walked out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist and sat on the bed to watch Zane pick out his clothes.

"Which one?" Zane asked as he held up a purple v-neck and a light weight white shirt.

"Purple's your color, but I can kinda see through the other one." Zane threw the purple shirt at a smiling Riley and hung the white one back in his closet. Riley smirked before laying Zane's purple shirt on the bed and getting up to find his own clothes.

He left the bedroom, remembering how they had thrown their clothes around the apartment the previous night, and walked into the living room. He looked up to see a woman, with her back to him, looking down at the floor at the shirts, jackets and shoes that were on various spots on the floor. She heard Riley come out, causing her to turn around and stare. The woman was small and was wearing a business suit. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail revealing her light brown eyes which were very similar to Zane's.

"S-sorry." Riley stuttered, not sure if he should make sure that his towel stayed in place or if he should cover his bare chest.

The woman huffed and breezed past Riley and into Zane's bedroom. He could hear them arguing from outside the door.

"I didn't know you'd be home early."

"So that gives you an excuse to bring some boy here and pitch a tent in our absence? You're lucky it wasn't your father walking in here."

"Mom, let's talk about this, don't get so upset."

"I'm not upset! But we've talked about this Zane, no company when we are not home."

"You're never home! Am I supposed to spend every day alone?" Riley squinted his eyes and began to walk toward the bedroom door. He stood outside so that he could peak in through the crack of the doorway without getting caught.

"You two could have gone somewhere else. What's the point in bringing him home Zane? What are you trying to say about yourself?"

"He's my boyfriend. Alright, he's not just some guy I picked up off the street." Riley saw Zane's mother look at the disheveled bed and then at the floor. When her eyes settled on Riley's boxers from the night before, Zane followed her gaze and picked them up before she could ask any more questions.

"You put those sheets in the wash. I don't want Diana to have to touch them." Although her command seemed cold, her face had softened. She cradled Zane's cheek in her hand before stepping over the clothes on the floor and heading for the door. Riley walked quickly to the living room and sat on the couch.

"Hello," she said warmly, her voice having the same deep, smooth tone as Zane's . Riley could tell that she wanted to slap Riley in the face for sleeping with her son, but she breathed in slowly and tried to contain her disappointment. "I'm Mrs. Park. You must be Riley." Riley took the woman's hand and shook it softly. She was so delicate, it seemed that he would break her if he squeezed to hard.

"I'm sorry we had to meet like this." He sighed.

"Don't worry about it. It's not the first time." Zane's mother laughed but Riley's face contorted in confusion. What did she mean it wasn't the first time? "But it was nice meeting you. Next time we can plan to see each other again." Riley nodded as Mrs. Park slipped out of the door. Zane returned, fully dressed and hair gelled, and sat next to Riley on the couch.

"Sorry." He whispered as he took Riley's hand. Riley shrugged and stood up.

"It's okay. Just glad it wasn't your dad. He probably would have killed me." Riley started to seem distant making Zane nervous. But he didn't mention it. Everything was going too well.

"You heard that huh?" Riley walked back into the bedroom to find his boxers and Zane followed. Zane tried not to seem distracted while Riley dressed. "He's just a little over protective."

"You're just lucky that your parents are cool with you being gay. I can't even imagine if it was my mom that walked in on us."

"They weren't always accepting. When I first came out, my mom cried. She asked me if it was her fault." Riley put his shirt on and stared at Zane with sympathy. "But, that was a long time ago and she knows that this is me. She's given up trying to fix me and realized that I'm her gay son, and I always will be. Trust me, if my Dad can stand the thought of me being with a guy, I'm sure your mom will come around eventually." Riley sighed. Zane was right, as usual. But he just wasn't ready yet. "Ready stud?" Zane asked as he threw Riley his bag. The two walked out the door, and headed to Zane's car.

Their relationship was different now. It had become more serious, but it also lost some of its innocence. Although they each knew in their hearts it would work out, they couldn't help but wonder if this change was for the better.