I wake up and Brandon is still asleep. I look at the clock and see it is only 9:30am. I go and start making bacon, eggs, and French toast. Just as I take the first couple pieces of French toast, I hear Brandon walk into the kitchen. I look over and see him only in boxers with bed head. I want to do him right then and there, but I hold myself back. He comes over and kisses me. I tell him to sit down and start to eat. Just as I turn around to take the French toast off, I burn my hand. It hurts so bad. I don't yell out "Ouch!" I mumbled under my breath, "fucking shit and all things holy, motherfuckers." and go to get a band-aid. Brandon looked confused and asks if I need help. "No, I'm fine. Where are your Band-Aids?" I finally blurt out after a minute. "Well, they should be in the medicine cabinet. Why what did you do?" I don't want to tell him that I burnt myself. I look at it and it starts bubbling up and turning white. It happened. Another 2 degree burn coming on. Brandon busts through the door and demands to see what I did. I show him my hand which I burned. He starts freaking out asking why I seem so calm. I tell him it happened before and I acted the same way. He is running around looking for something to put on a burn. I tell him all I need is a band-aid and some aloe. He is still how surprised how calm I am because afterwards I go back to making breakfast. He says we need to see a doctor before it gets worse, but I tell him it will heal. He kisses the band-aid and says that will help it. I smile and finish making breakfast. We sit down and eat. He won't stop staring at my hand. He reaches out and gently touches it. I show no emotion to it. I hear him say to Andrew when he is on the phone, "she may have no feeling, but she shows nothing that can hurt her. She's a keeper." I smile and put the dishes away. I get a text from Barbara asking if I really burnt myself. I feel like a child for burning myself. I am 22 years old and should be more careful. Brandon comes back while I am still smiling like an idiot for him calling me a keeper. He says we are going to meet up with Andrew and Barbara in an hour. I walk up to him and put my arms around him. He puts him arms around me and squeezes which causes his bicepts to show. I look up at him. I didn't realize how much taller he is than me. I am only 5'7 so he must be at least 6 inches taller. His muscles are engulfing me, but I don't fight it. I take my hand and trace his chest. Every curve and contour my finger finds. I look up at him and see him just staring straight at my chest, like he wants to trace it. I laugh and push him back. "What!? Haha! What!" he laughs. I ask him if he can take me home to get changed. He agrees and says he will call when he is going to pick me up. We get in his car. "Truck Yeah" by Tim McGraw is playing on the radio. "... With a little bit a luck I can find me a girl with a truck. Yeeeeeeaaaaaaah." Brandon turns to me, "I don't need a girl with a truck. I need you with a jersey and I'm fine, babe." I kiss him and say, "Thanks sweetie. I just need a hockey player and I'm fine!" We get to my house and he stops and gets out with me. He gives me a kiss that seemed to last forever. I didn't notice he picked me up until after the kiss ended. He says he can't wait to see me later. I realized it happened once he got in his car and drove away. He did it. He made me start to fall in love with him. I just hope I am doing the same for him about me.