MAXINE

One evening, we sat by the fireplace in his study, cuddled closely together. My back was pressed to Ronan's chest and we looked into the fire. “Maxine,” he began.

I turned my head to look at him but my heart skipped a beat. There was something in the way he called my name. “What is it?” I asked.

“This thing going on between us…” he trailed for some reason.

“What about us?” I pushed for answers.

He hesitated. “I think I want more,” he admitted. “I want ...