She twisted the tap, the water stopping its flow. Her face was wet with cold water and a bit of soap that she had missed while freshening herself up. Looking up into the mirror, she couldn't believe that it was actually her reflection staring right back at her. Skin flushed, eyes shimmering, lips plump from kissing and biting, her hair slightly disheveled, an aura of intimacy and naughtiness around her. Maia couldn't phantom the fact that she was the one that gave a h*****b.
She was so happy about it, so ecstatic that she hadn't screwed it up.
But above that, the way Axel opened up to her so darkly, caused an unbelievable amount of happiness to swarm in her stomach. She wasn't a masochist, or perhaps not one that went overboard, but that kind of possessiveness sat right with her. Maia
