- "you always find the right words to flirt with"

- "let's just say you inspire me a lot"

They had eaten antipasti and Maya had told about her stay with her grandmother to the Italian.
Then they went home to eat.

After the meal, before dessert, Carina asked Maya to get up and dance with her, she turned down the dimmer switch and put on Feels Like Home by Chantal Kreviazuk.

'Something in your eyes
Makes me wanna lose myself
Makes me wanna lose myself
In your arms

There's something in your voice

Makes my heart beat fast
Hope this feeling lasts
The rest of my life
If you knew how lonely my life has been

And how long I've been so alone

If you knew how I wanted someone to come along
And change my life the way you've done

Feels like home to me
Feels like home to me
Feels like I'm all the way back where

I come from
Feels like home to me
Feels like home to me
Feels like I'm all the way back where I belong

A window breaks down a long dark street
And a siren wails in the night

But I'm alright 'cause I have you here with me
And I can almost see through the dark there is light

If you knew how much this moment means to me
And how long I've waited for your touch
If you knew how happy you are making me
I've never thought that I'd love anyone so much

Feels like home to me
Feels like home to me
Feels like I'm all the way back where
I come from

Feels like home to me
Feels like home to me
Feels like I'm all the way back where I belong
Feels like I'm all the way back where I belong'

Carina had put her arms around the blonde's shoulders and Maya had slid her hands down her back, to the edge of her buttocks.

The hand of the Italian had left her shoulder and had slipped in her neck then against her cheek.

- "Happy birthday my love" made her while coming to pass her index on the lips of the blonde. "I love you". What had earned her a huge smile.

"I have a present for you" she added at the end of the song.

-"I don't need anything"

- "so I have a gift for me, that you will open"

- "you intrigue me"

The Italian had gone to look for a pouch that she had handed to the blonde.

"You're not serious?!"

- "oh yes more than serious"

- "Victoria Secret?! "

- "open"

- "it's really for you isn't it?"

- "it depends... You're the one who's going to wear it, but I'd love to see you in it."

The blonde had opened the bag and pulled out a lacy, backless, black bodysuit.

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