falling for you again

red in bed, her mind flowing with the remnants of sleep. For a moment, she wasn't sure where she

eld her hand as they left together, their laughter echoing through the quiet streets. She remembered the way

ey had come ba

kiss, the way his hands had explored her body with such tenderness, such care. She hadn't expected to spen

usness, but most of all, a sense of calm she hadn't felt in months. The familiar pang of doubt that

ould feel the steady rise and fall of his chest as he breathed, his war

d in sleep. The faint stubble on his chin caught the morning light, and she found h

inking against the light. When his gaze finally focus

murmured, his voi

er smile widening as warmt

t silence of the morning. Max's hand gently traced the curve of her

," Max admitted after a moment, his voice soft bu

itation. "I wasn't sure either," she admitted, her voic

etreat, to guard her heart, something about Max made her feel safe like she didn't

er closer, his arm wrapping around her more securely. "I'm glad

known each other for much longer than just a single night. But at the same time, a quiet voice in the back of

f his heartbeat, she allowed herself to bask in the moment. It had been a long ti

azy, filled with quiet laughter and shared stories. Max told her about his love for travel, about the places he had been and the ones he still lon

his fingers tracing idle patterns along her arm. "The

. "I haven't picked up a paintbrush in years," she admitte

wn at her. His eyes, dark and intense, searched hers

felt exposed-like he could see right through her. But instead of retreat

" she w

leaned down, his lips brushing against hers in a kiss that was soft at first, tender and slow as if savouring the

to the heat of his touch. Max's hands explored her skin with a reverence that mad

of them, lost in the heat of the moment. Max's lips trailed down her neck, his breath

agged as he rested his forehead against hers. His eyes, dark with desire, se

ispered, his voice hoarse with res

dded, her fingers still lightly tracing the curve of his jaw. "We don't have to rush," she wh

round her protectively. The heat between them remained, just beneath the surface, but for now, they

them. With a sigh, Lily reluctantly pulled herself out of bed, slipping into the clothes she had worn the night before.

that?" he said, his voice

he smiled as she turned to face h

Lily finished dressing, a sense of reality began to creep back in. She couldn't stay in this moment forev

ns before crossing the room to stand beside her. "Hey," he said softly, his hand

ade her chest tighten once again. She nodded, grat

eart heavy but her mind clear. She didn't know what the future held

dn't shake the feeling that something had shifted. There was an undeniable connec

in her pocket. Pulling it out, she saw a message fro

't recognize the number, but something told her it wasn't good news. And just like that, the peac