The rest of the Wednesday and Thursday passed in a blur.
Elizabeth remembers kisses in the morning and in the evening, and no matter how much Liz told herself that she will stop getting dazed the more she experiences them, the effect Max has on her only intensified.
Max didn't come to the Franciscan Medical Center on Thursday to have a lunch with Liz and she could not wait to reach home so that she can dive back into his arms and tell him all about her day and hear how his day went. Slowly, Max is becoming part of her life, getting under her skin, and she finds it perfectly normal that they are spending their nights together.
Of course, only Max knows all the torture he goes through by telling himself not to rush when Liz is clinging onto him while her flavor still lingers on his lips. It's agonizing.
