Lisbon came out of shower with a towel around her waist and she looked around her bathroom. Everyone would easily notice that in this apartament lives more
than one person. That wasn't totally true, her and Jane were together for only two weeks but she could feel his presence everywhere. His towel was on a hook
behind the door, his toothbrush was laying on the sink . She put on her leggins and black top , wiped her hair with a towel then walked into her living room .
He left couple books on her bookshelf, mostly about psychology, one of her kitchen shelf was load with tea. A few of them was weird, he even had some herbal
, natural crap. She couldn't understand how this man fitted in her life so quickly . He've always been there but never in full meaning of this word. When she came
to the bedroom she couldn't help but smile. She 'd decided to reclined against the door and just admire the view. He was laying on her bed, in his elegant pants
and crinkly shirt. His golden locks was in adorable disorder , then she noticed something on the floor; another book. This time it was Dostoyevsky . Since they
were a couple she had a chance toget to know his other side – more calm and relaxed one. „ What are you doing?" he wispered . „Oh, did i wake you ? „ she
asked thoughtfully. „I'm wondering why you're not next to me „ she loved dicovering this part of him, more and more every day. She smiled and walked up to the
bed. „ I was admiring the view" she said , Jane smirked in anwser. God, she loved this moments of their days, when she could just cuddle with a person who
couple years ago could wake in her only murderous insticts. She layed next to him and felt how Jane's snuggle into her. He kissed her head and wispered in her
ear: „ see, better right ? „ That was another night when Lisbon was scared of falling asleep. Reality was soo wonderful, unrealistic , she was scared that is only
a dream and if it is she don't want to wake up, never again.