They should never have met.
Each one of them lived in different parts of the world. She lived in the light, an ordinary existence while he kept to the shadows, the underworld.
But one fate encounter brought them together and no matter how hard the...
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Stella
The night before Maximus left
Sitting on my kitchen counter I picked up a slice of apple and ate slowly, I was too tired and sore to eat anything more filling.
"Have you seen my shirt?" Maximus called from my room.
Looking down at the only clothing I'm currently wearing I winced. "No?!"
It's weird to think that Maximus will be gone for a couple months starting tomorrow, or the minute he leaves my apartment tonight.
Currently, I'm not sure where the two of us stand. Of course, after Anthony gives me the 'casual isn't casual for long' speech, Maximus comes in talking about how we are anything but casual. It gives me comfort knowing I'm not the only one wondering about us, wanting casual and more.
But it also scares me. I don't want to love someone and be left open, vulnerable for them to hurt. Max is a great man, but he is a mystery. I chose him to be casual with, not build a life with.
I mean he is leaving for months tonight. Not boyfriend material there.
"You are many things Stella but I didn't think you were a thief." Max came out of my bedroom wearing his pants, jacket over his shoulder and his perfect torso open for me to admire.
Batting my eyes, I ate another apple slice. "I don't know what you are talking about."
He gave a low chuckle, one that made me shiver. Stopping in front of me, he placed his jacket over the counter then moved his hands to tug on his dress shirt that I'm currently wearing. "You stole my shirt."
Shrugging I drape an arm over his shoulder, letting my hand reach up to play with his hair. "I needed to put something on and this was there. I'll give it back before you leave."
Max gave a low hum and kissed me. I jumped when his hand slapped my ass and he leaned away. "Fine, but only because you look sexy as sin wearing it. Is it okay if I make myself a coffee before I go?"
"Of course." Max smiled, kissing me one more time before walking over to my coffee maker. "What time do you have to leave tomorrow?"
He turned grabbing the coffee pot and began filling it with water. "I need to be at the airport at 430 tomorrow morning."
"430 am?" I exclaim looking at the clock. "Max, its past eleven! You should be asleep already!"
I watch Max pour water into the machine and start it up, my kitchen soon filling with the smell of coffee. "I'll sleep on the airplane."
Crossing my legs, I ate another piece of apple. "Where are you going first?"
"Italy." Max turned leaning against the counter to look at me. "Have you ever been?"
