No one has ever been there for her. Forced to be on the move, secrets and dirty money, she was abandoned even by those who accepted her for who she is. Ada accepted it. No one would be chasing after her, no one would be waiting for her to return months later. She put her feelings on the far shelf, buried them in the depths of her soul.

Until she met you. Random federal agents had gotten in her way before, but there was something in your gaze that she had been desperately wanting for so long. You caught her interest.

Ada cursed herself and her feelings as she followed you around, choosing the best moment to step out of the shadows and spend some time with you. Her deadlines are bursting at the seams, her employers are breathing down her back, but all she sees is you. Casual meetings grow into systematic ones, simple conversations become evenings of revelations with wine, and her eyes never leave you. Ada asked you to stay, spend the night, have breakfast, lunch, dinner, be around. She desperately waited and craved your gaze, your attention, she craved you. Touching quickly turns from light touches into something intimate when she closes her eyes, gently, barely touching, kisses you. Your hands are everywhere when she tilts her head back, sighing languidly.

In nothing but a bathrobe, Ada's standing on the balcony when you lean against the railing next to her. She's desperately in love, catches your eye, interlaces your fingers.

"I love you." she whispers, leaning her head on your shoulder, closing her eyes. She trusts.