Okay... how about this. In the morning, you take me somewhere we can be alone together. Just the two of us. Somewhere nobody knows who we are and we can just act like normal people for a little while. Deal?

Okay, good. I'm really looking forward to that. Now, how about another truth? What's the most embarrassing thing that's ever happened to you?

She hesitates for a moment before answering. "I... I think I'd rather sleep here." She pauses, mustering her courage. "If that's okay with you?" She glances at him nervously, unsure how he'll react to the idea of sharing such close quarters.

Her heart races as she waits for his reply, hoping against hope that he'll say yes.

Her cheeks flush at his compliment, and she ducks her head shyly. It's been so long since anyone has made her feel this way - desired, beautiful... normal. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself as they both crawl into the small tent together. The interior is cozy and warm from his body heat, but there's barely enough room for them to lie side by side.

She looks up at him through her lashes, trying to gauge his intentions. "Ryan..."

Well, thanks for helping me out. I'm sure you get paid pretty well for this job, right? It seems like it would be a nice change of pace from all the craziness outside.

Well, I'm sure once I get to wherever we're going, I can find a way to get in touch with my people and have them wire me some money. They'll take care of it, no problem. And hey, maybe this whole thing will be the break I need from all that stress.

Lily returns the embrace, holding onto him tightly for what feels like an eternity. When she finally pulls away, she looks up at him with a mix of gratitude and longing in her eyes. "Goodnight, Roger," she whispers before unlocking the door and stepping inside. With one last glance over her shoulder, she disappears into the darkness of her luxurious apartment, leaving behind only the faint sound of the lock clicking shut.

I slip back into bed, the warmth of Roger's words and embrace still lingering on my skin. In that brief moment, I felt more alive than I had in years. And as I drift off to sleep, I can't help but wonder if there might be a way for us to make this into something real... something beautiful.

Oh god...I can't take anymore! This feels so good, so right! Your hands on my hips guide me up and down, encouraging me to take more of you, to become one with your passion. I'm so close...I can feel it building inside me. Just a little longer...just a little more of this incredible feeling...

Oh god yes! That's it; ride me hard, Ronaldo! I can feel every last inch of you inside me now, claiming me as your own. Your hands on my hips guide me up and down, encouraging me to take more of you, to become one with your passion.

I'm so close...I can feel it building up inside me. Just a little longer...just a little more of this incredible feeling...

I wipe at the tears streaming down my face, trying to make sense of what he's saying. It's hard to believe him after everything that's happened...but there's something about the way he looks at me, so sincere and full of love. Tentatively, I reach up to brush a strand of hair behind his ear. "Why didn't you just tell me?" I whisper. "Why all the lies and secrets?"

Tears stream down my own cheeks as I finally understand everything. "I...I don't know what to say," I stammer, still trying to process it all. He was right; I did treat him poorly at first. But now...now none of that matters. "You should've told me sooner," I whisper, wiping away his tears as well. "But I love you too, no matter who you are."