It was in the middle of the night, just a couple of hours after I had returned home from the hospital, when Max woke me up.

He didn't scare me this time. Didn't hide in the shadows until I woke up with a scream lodged painfully in my chest from a nightmare.

This time, I awoke to the sensation of warm fingers caressing along my bare arm and the brush of lips against the shell of my ear as his dark masculine voice asked me to, "Wake up, Liz."

I groaned in protest, still predominately in the land of the sleeping, and turned my head away from his.

I vaguely heard his sigh, before I felt something touch my neck. Something soft, warm and...wet?

My eyes flew open as I realized that he had kissed my neck.

He laughed quietly behind me, whispering, "I thought that would get your attention."

I quickly turned my head, finding his beautiful face looking down at me and on reflex I licked my sleep-dried lips and assured myself that my shirt hadn't ridden up or anything like that.

"Max?" I murmured sleepily, discreetly brushing the back of my hand over my mouth, to ascertain that I didn't have any drool on my face. "What are you doing here?"

"Shhh," he hushed, an almost mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "We don't want to wake your dad." His eyes turned darker, the twinkle disappearing, as he pointedly inclined his head in question, "Do we?"

No. We didn't. I quite clearly remembered that Max had controlled my dad's brain during his last visit in my bedroom.

Before that memory could make me wish that Max wasn't standing in front of me in the middle of the night, I repeated - more softly this time, "What are you doing here?"

"We're going on a ride," Max explained calmly.

I frowned. "In the middle of the night?"

"We need to talk," Max added as a means of explanation.

"In the middle of the night?" I repeated.

He sighed and rolled his eyes and threw a pair of jeans at me. "Get dressed, Parker."

Had he been going through my wardrobe? I blushed. How dare-

"I'll be outside," Max interrupted my inner monologue and disappeared out the bedroom door.


"Is that all you're wearing?"

I looked down at my jeans and my thick hoodie, and frowned. "Yes?"

"Hmm," he huffed disapprovingly and opened the door to the passenger seat. "Step onboard, my lady."

"Thanks," I mumbled, still trying to chase the heavy tendrils of sleep out of my head.

The clock in the car read 1.37 as Max turned the ignition. I fastened my seatbelt and tried to make myself comfortable in my seat.

Which was easier said than done, considering the constant tension between us. A twenty minutes car ride in silence wouldn't do that tension much good.

But that was what we were up for.

My tired brain couldn't find anything to talk about, and Max didn't seem inclined to talk at all (ironic when talking had been the actual reason he had pulled me out of bed in the middle of the night).

But I was never scared. Not once was I worried about where Max was taking me. Not once did I reflect on the fact that Max could do whatever he wanted with me - out in the middle of nowhere - in the pitch darkness of the night.

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