Liz lay staring up into Max's deep brown eyes, eyes that always made her feel like they were looking into each others souls but right now, all that she could see was guilt.

            "Max, you have to stop feeling guilty, I've told you before I don't blame you for anything. You were only doing what Tess made you do. It's her I blame. Not you!" Liz tried to reassure him for what must be about the 50th time that day.

            "I know that you don't blame me, Liz, but I can't help feeling guilty. I keep thinking I don't deserve you and I need to make it up to you somehow," Max told her.

            "I know one way you can make it up to me right now," Liz said mysteriously.

            "Anything you want, gorgeous," he answered catching the loving look in her eyes.

            "Kiss me."

            "Anything to make a beautiful lady feel better," he teased before pressing his lips to hers.

            He had missed this so much; he intended to make up for lost time. He moved away from her lips across to her earlobe, leaving little kisses wherever his lips passed. He nibbled her ear. Hearing a soft groan escape from her beautiful mouth, Max pressed his lips to hers. "I love you Elizabeth Parker, and I will make it up to you. I plan on doing anything you want, whenever you want."

            "Umm, my own personal slave. I think I'm going to enjoy this."

Unnoticed by Max and Liz, standing in the overgrown bushes, they were being watched.