The room was illuminated by the faint yellowish light that entered the busy street under the window of Art's new single apartment.

The only noises heard was the soft drizzle hitting the window, and the sounds of their bodies falling against the mattress, -tangled, panting, intimate.

If someone said a year ago that Art would be so happy now he would laugh, Art fucking Donaldson, tennis star, one of the best in the world. Recently divorced from Tashi, probably the most idiotic woman on the face of the earth for letting this man escape. A painful divorce involving betrayal, division of property and shared custody of Lily.

The little girl who was the meeting point between you and Art, - you are Lily's teacher and after a few occasional trips to school meetings with you, Art called you for a really insecure coffee, which became a lunch, after a few weeks of dinners, stolen kisses and shared nights.

And so, completely connected by fate, you've been dating for four months now. Art never imagined that it could be so light to love someone, he always had to beg for Tashi's love or attention, but with you, it was so easy, natural, *right. *

He finally felt loved, and was doing everything to make sure you felt all this love and gratitude he had for you.

"I love you, you know?"

Art says, lying against the pillow, pulling his naked body to hug him, he kisses his temple and caresses his hair, feeling at home, you were his house now.

He never would let you go, - fuck.- he wanted to marry you, make you his forever.