Je t'aime

It had been a year since Lucien and her had become…well whatever they were. Maeve had never been one to pursue romance but with Lucien it came so easy, so natural that the transition from friends to friends who like each other and slept together went smoothly. He spoiled her in the ways she liked to be spoiled but without demanding or trapping her like back when she had been a bard. Maeve had used bit of her skill in order to help him regain his contacts and status and she couldn’t believe how lucky she was
She also had taken the habit to return to the forest from time to time, like she had done back when she was young.
If it was so easy, why defining was so hard?
Truth came in the most unexpected times
It was a lazy morning, past noon, when she stretched and reached towards an empty side of the bed, the smell of strong coffee awakening her.
Maeve stretched as she smiled sleepily, watching as Lucien approached with two steaming cups “You know, showing up looking all gorgeous while bringing me coffee, like that it’s no wonder that I love you”
And as soon as those words left her mouth, her eyes opened wide awake “Merde” Maeve mumbled as she realized what she had said. Well, too late now, the ball was on his roof.