“I swear, Max—the hotel owners are going to think a HURRICANE ravaged this place—“ she said, gesturing to the….hotel room. Clothes were everywhere—Elliot’s makeup and other girly things were strewn about in such a haphazard way—

“So….? We can just pay them,” he said gently, smirking at the mess they had made from their dancing the night before. They had danced a little too….all over the place, it seemed. Elliot had wanted to show Max how to ballroom dance—and well, they sure had danced all right.

“Merlin, I love you…” Elliot whispered, taking his hand, smirking.