LOGINThe moment they stepped out of Noah's room and closed the door quietly behind them, Thomas pulled Maxine into his arms. Before she could react, he kissed her. It was rushed. It was the kiss of a man who had been waiting all week to see her.Maxine froze for a heartbeat before she kissed him back. She could feel the smile tugging at his lips."I missed you," he murmured against her forehead."For this whole week."The confession warmed her heart. A few months ago, if someone had told her she would be standing in Thomas's house, hugging him willingly, she would've laughed at them. But here she was.She didn't regret it. She smiled softly."Let's get some fresh air."Thomas nodded. He followed her to the backyard beside the living room. The rain had stopped hours ago.The ground was still damp. The night air was cool.The garden lights illuminated the neatly trimmed grass and the newly planted flowers that Maxine herself had chosen during their shopping trip.Thomas noticed her looking
Maxine and Noah got into Thomas's car as they had planned to spend the weekend with him. The moment Thomas saw her walking toward him, a grin spread across his face.Maxine shook her head."Why are you smiling like that?""Because you came.""As if I had a choice. Noah has been counting days to see you."Thomas glanced at Noah through the rearview mirror."Is that true?""Yes!" Noah exclaimed. "I even drew a calendar."Thomas laughed.Maxine couldn't help smiling.She leaned closer and placed a brief kiss on his cheek.Thomas froze.His eyes widened slightly.It was such a simple gesture, but it caught him off guard.Maxine immediately regretted it."I—"But Thomas was already smiling again, this time like an idiot."You kissed me.""Drive the car.""You kissed me first.""Thomas."He chuckled and started the engine.Before leaving, Maxine turned around.Her mother stood at the porch, watching them.The older woman smiled knowingly and waved.Maxine sighed.Ever since she returned fro
Maxine returned to her ordinary life. Or at least, she tried to convince herself that it was ordinary.Every morning she woke up, prepared Noah for school, drove to work, talked to her parents, and returned home in the evening. Everything was exactly the same as before.Except her heart. It had become restless. Sometimes while sketching, she would suddenly remember Thomas speaking fluent French to a waiter in Paris.Sometimes she would remember the way he held Noah's hand while crossing the road.And sometimes... she remembered the way he looked at her the night they made love. As if she were the only good thing he had ever found in his miserable life.Maxine sighed and closed her sketchbook. This was ridiculous. She was living in some kind of fairy tale.A dangerous fairy tale. The hero wasn't a prince. He was a criminal. A man who carried scars on his body and secrets in his heart. A man who had enemies she couldn't even name.The first time she met him after years, someone had trie
Thomas opened the champagne bottle. The soft pop echoed in the balcony. He poured a glass for her."Thank you."She took a sip. The drink was sweet.The city sparkled before them. And suddenly, he asked, "You said once that you wished things were normal between us."Maxine froze."If they were..."His voice softened."Would you choose me?"She looked at him. Those eyes. That sincerity. That impossible longing.Slowly, she nodded.Thomas stared at her. His heartbeat became uneven."You still like me?"Maxine laughed quietly."I don't know why.""It's stupid.""It isn't.""It is."She sipped her drink. Avoiding his gaze."But it's not significant.""It is."His voice was firm. She looked at him."I love you, Maxine."She froze."Ever since the moment I saw you."His eyes never left hers."I wish I could be with you and Noah.""I wish I could have that family.""I wish for that normal life too."His voice broke ever so slightly. Maxine looked away. Because she wished for it too. And that
The rest of the morning passed like a dream Maxine hadn't planned for.Thomas insisted on taking them around the city, and somehow she found herself agreeing without much protest. Perhaps it was because Noah was excited beyond words, or perhaps because Paris had softened her heart enough to let her forget her fears for a while.They first visited the museum Maxine had wanted to see ever since she booked this trip.The Louvre.The glass pyramid gleamed beneath the pale morning sky, and Noah tilted his head so far back that he almost lost his balance."It's huge!" he exclaimed.Thomas caught him by the shoulders. "Careful."Maxine smiled watching them.Inside, Noah quickly grew bored of paintings and sculptures, but Maxine didn't.She wandered through the galleries in awe. Ancient Greek statues. Massive oil paintings depicting wars and kings.Portraits so lifelike they looked as if they would blink at any moment.Thomas followed beside her patiently."You like paintings?" he asked."I d
The next morning, Maxine woke up to the faint sound of rain tapping against the hotel windows.For a few blissful seconds, she forgot where she was.Then she saw the unfamiliar ceiling above her, the soft cream-colored curtains swaying with the breeze, and the Eiffel Tower peeking through the glass doors leading to the balcony. Paris.A smile slowly appeared on her face.Then, like a stubborn memory refusing to leave her alone, Thomas.She sat upright on the bed.Last night. His call.I'm in Paris too.Maxine groaned softly and covered her face with her hands.Why was he here?More importantly, why was she nervous about meeting him?She wasn't supposed to care.She had spent months convincing herself that Thomas was dangerous, unreliable, and someone she should keep away from.And yet... the moment she remembered his voice from yesterday, her heartbeat became slightly irregular.Annoying. Very annoying.She reached for her phone on the bedside table. No missed calls. But there was a m
Maxine had rehearsed the words in her head at least a dozen times before she stepped into Frank Wright’s office. Yet the moment she stood before his sharp, calculating gaze, her carefully strung sentences seemed to unravel like loose threads. The air in the room was thick with the faint smell of co
Maxine walked up the path to her parents’ house with her arms folded tight against her chest, the cool evening breeze brushing against her skin. The encounter at the mansion site still pulsed like a fresh wound in her chest. Her heart hadn’t settled since she saw him—Thomas, or Damien, or whoever h
While she was in the university library, trying to catch up on a stack of assignments and research papers, her phone buzzed again. The name "Peter" flashed across the screen. She stared at it for a moment before pressing "Ignore." She didn’t have the energy to talk to anyone, especially not him. Sh
The next morning, Elara woke to the relentless screech of her alarm clock. Its beeping blared through the silence of the room, dragging her from a dreamless sleep into a heavy, reluctant awareness. She blindly reached out and slammed her hand down on the device, silencing it with a groan. Her limbs







