It was well known how lucky Indiana Jones was with women, every time he met one it was easy to pick her up and it was obvious why.

Many times he had been after women who always ended up paying attention to him, but he never had a fixation for the one he has now and even less so because that fixation is not for a woman, but for a man who was the first to make Doctor Jones doubt his hetosexuality.

He loved him because he was as smart as him and was willing to follow him to death if the adventure was in the way, he was his friend for some years, and his first crush that he didn't know if it would be reciprocated.

You were on an adventure, in Venice, Jones had been there before to save his father, but it was the first time you were there. And you thought it was beautiful.

Jones was the one who booked the hotel, asking for two beds in the room, and you were both surprised to find a double bed in the room. Jones let out a grunt. "I'm going downstairs to complain now." He spoke, thinking you would be as upset as he was.