I feel the same way. There's only you in the room anymore, only you in my thoughts. I have a feeling you're going to feel me pulsing through that mark quite a bit. It'll take time to get used to, but I hope you will.

[All the intensity of Max Evans was plenty; all of it laser-focused on how he loved Jamie was going to be an avalanche of emotions in the best and worst ways. Max already could feel it inside him, but he trusted Jamie to handle it all, to handle him. Max wouldn't have given Jamie the mark-- or have made love to him in the way he just did if he didn't think they could do this.

Maybe it would blow up in Max's face, but wasn't this worth it-- this night, this love? Having this for as long as he did was worth any amount of pain he might face later. Jamie was worth it all. Max was sure of that now. He leaned against Jamie and watched as the younger male relaxed against his chest, no doubt hearing the pounding of his heart tumbling away in his chest, sighing softly. Max closed his eyes and thought about what the future would bring for them. ]