Maxim dropped on the bed while holding Diana in his arms.
When he looked at her from the front, the sight of her tear strained face made him freeze for a moment, and a hint of guilt filled his eyes, ''Did I hurt you? Damn... I...''
Diana kissed his lips, interrupting his words, ''You should do it more often.''
Maxim blinked, ''Huh?"
''That kind of hurt...'' Diana's face flushed, ''I think I like it.''
Maxim's eyes sparkled at the insinuation in her words but there was hint of worry in them, ''But...''
''Do you want me to write it down for you?" When he eyed her blankly, Diana squinted and looked around the room. Eventually, her gaze landed on the thing that she was looking for. She leaned towards the bedside table and grabbed the marker before falling back into his arms.
Under Maxim's confused gaze, she tugged his shirt to the side before scribbling on his chest.
