Autumn's POV

To say that I was shocked at how our conversations turned automatically at a hundred eighty degrees was an understatement. London had been nothing but a sweet guy towards me. At some point, I feel like he's not gay at all. But there are times when I can see his soft side that washes away my doubts.

"Don't you have class today?"

I just came out of my room and was startled when I saw him sitting on the couch. The television was open and he seemed to be watching something.

"Yeah, but it won't be until three hours from now," I smiled at him and I watch as he leaned on the couch. I took that as my cue to continue what I was supposed to be doing.

I headed to the common restroom and washed my face. Thank God my hair doesn't look too messy in the morning. I brushed my teeth and did my business. Once done, I went straight to the kitchen only to be surprised when I saw him in front of the kitchen counter. He was wearing an apron on top of his white shirt and sweat pants. Seeing him from behind, I had to do a double-take and ensure that I don't swoon too much. He can't see me looking like I was ogling him or something. That would be so embarrassing.

"Take a seat and eat your breakfast with me," he uttered without looking at my direction. My cheeks blushed red. Why is he so sweet?

"It's okay, I can cook on my own. You don't have to do it for me," I shyly stated. I feel so bad for having to rid eon even the expenses on food. I wasn't even paying any rent now. I haven't even paid any bills. It's just too much and I feel like I am such a burden.

"Just set the table in the living room. We can save more if we cook for two,"

At that, I no longer have the courage to talk back. He actually got a point at this time. So I did what he wanted. I fixed the table in the living room. It seems like he wanted to eat while watching so that should be good.

When he came in with the platter of food, I quickly helped him put it down on the table. Now seeing him wearing a pink apron makes his features kinda softer than it usually has.

I watch as he was struggling to remove the apron on him so I step up.

"Let me help you," So I went in his back and removed the knot on his apron. For a moment, my eyes started closing as his aftershave filled my nose.

"Are you done?"

If it wasn't for his voice, I would probably be daydreaming because of his smell.

"Ah, yeah," I tried to control my nerves when I realized that my hand was shaking.

Jesus, why is he affecting me this much?

So the two of us sat and started eating. No one was talking and that awkward air seemed to get back. And I can't take it. SO I asked the silliest question I can ever think about. It was already too late when I realized hos rude he question was.

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

My eyes widened after those words came out of my lips. His brows furrowed, it was as if he was confused with my question until I saw his lips parting.

I watch as he grab a glass of water and drank from it.

Oh God, that was just plain rude.

"You don't have to answer me. I'm- I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking. Oh my God,"

"No, it's fine. I mean. It's all good. But yeah, to answer your question, I don't have a significant other right now,"

He turned back on his food and my ears kept ringing in embarrassment.

Oh God, why did I even ask about that? We're not even close. What will he think of me?

"Ahm, how about you then?"

"Huh?"

I was startled. When I lifted my gaze, I was shocked to see him staring at me.

"Sorry, what?" I asked and he lifted his eyebrow.

"I answered your question. Shouldn't it be good for you to do the same?"

My lips parted in realization and I almost choked in my own saliva.

"Oh, ahm, yeah. I mean, no. I don't have one. Never had one,"

He started nodding his head and I wasn't sure I saw it correctly but I swear I saw a faint smile on his lips before he started eating again.

Just what the hell was that all about?