ever experienced such luxury, even when she was going on dates with Max before. She

paintings of Italy and Paris. A large clock adorns the wall across from her canopied bed, the Eiffel tower displayed behind the moving hands. There are t

r the past? Until recently he always gave her the cold shoulder, or snapped at her with callous comments. One time, right after they had went their separat

igh bed. A shiver shocks her system as her feet touch the freezing floor. Grabbing a plush robe from whe

ise from Geneva or the other workers. No voices reach her

ghtens the folds of her robe as she wanders down the hall

en a door she recognizes and

re modern, with black and grey tones. The bed is mad

one belonging to a tod

ms flex as he walks, the towel draped around his waist swaying. His fiery hair falls down around h

, her own freezing in place. She wants t

folding his arms. A smirk curls his lips, "If you wanted to

vision to blur momentarily. Her mouth gapes open, word

, his muscles rippling with every m

. His breath warms her cheeks and she can make

lear. Even before, he always succeeded at causing

uizzical, "Because you always have been.

aring at his chest. She quickly averts her

. Maryanne tries to back awa

now next to hers as he whispers into her ear. A shiver bites at eve

ore as he leans only a few inches bac

kissed once, right after their third date. Maryanne did not hav

together, in this moment. She relaxes her shoulders and sighs, giving up the fight on