He was leaning against the counter of his small kitchen, humming softly to the music that was still playing in his room. Adding some salt to the water, he waited for it to boil before throwing in some noodles, stirring them around gently. His phone went off and he flicked it open. A chuckled rolled through him, remember how uncomfortable it used to make her when he would parade around in nothing but a towel. He wondered if she was still a virgin and judging by her clinginess to him still he expect that she was. Chuckled again, he shot back a text. 'Why do you miss me?'<br/><br/>Setting the phone down, he worked on his dinner, feeling hungry and needing something to do rather than consider what was going on with the messages between them.