I had gone out early that morning, to
get some food because I was starving and I figured the guys were,
too. I also needed to clear my head. A lot had gone on the last few
days that I really needed to start coming to terms with. I’d taken
some money out of a drawer in the kitchen, grabbed the keys off of
the counter, and left, hoping I didn’t get pulled over. I didn’t have
a legal identity, much less a driver’s license. I figured I’d be
back before anyone woke up.
I stopped at a small market and bought
some things for breakfast. As I drove home, my mind wandered to the
night before, and to Steve. I’d seen pretty much all of Steve that
there was to see in the early hours of the morning. And I was
actually pretty happy about that. I hadn’t thought I could be happy
about anything. I was used to training and cryo and murder. Not
butterflies, soft hands caressing my skin, and love in the dark. This
would take some getting used to, if I were to let it continue.