*Laura’s POV*
The cave was breathtaking—adorned with flowers clinging to every wall, their colors vibrant under the soft glow of fire torches. Their sweet fragrance filled the air, making the space feel like a magical haven. It was clear Max had poured his time and heart into preparing this, but I’d nearly ruined it with my anger and assumptions.
"Was the 'fire man' just a ploy to bring me here?" I asked, turning to scan Max’s face for the truth.
He looked calm—perhaps even content—but I knew better. Behind those eyes was a man still aching, still trying to protect me despite the pain I’d caused him.
“No,” he replied gently. “There really is a fire man. You seeing this place tonight is just a coincidence. Anyway, let’s not get into that. Let’s make this space comfortable for the night.
