At dinner, I couldn’t help but smile and enjoy myself with Max. It has been so long since I have felt like this that I almost forgot what it meant to truly be loved. Max is the perfect man, husband, and mate that a girl could ever ask for and I couldn’t believe how lucky I was to have him. I couldn’t help but stare at him from across the table as we laughed and talked the whole time. Little did I know that our talking would be gone by the time we made it back to the hotel.
As the dinner came to an end, Max took me on a very calm walk through the city of New Orleans before he took me back to the hotel. I don’t know why, but I just wanted to be near him. Holding his hand, touching his chest. Something, anything, just to be near him. I clung to his side and I couldn’t figure out why I was a
