I turn just my head to see if Max is in bed with me. He's not. I sit up and look to the bathroom door. He's not there either. I get out of bed, the robe twisted making it difficult. Looking out the french doors onto the terrace, I still don't see him. I head to the bathroom and change into the only shorts and tank top I have. Putting my hair in a loose knot and brushing my teeth, I try to think about our conversation again. I still can't figure out how I feel. I'm stunned at what he revealed, but not truly surprised. He'd been saying all week how much this trip meant to him. Now I know why...he waited till now to say all that..about his family...himself. I stare at myself in the mirror, the same way I did last night. If I'm honest with myself, I knew that Max was different before he said anything. I let out a shakey laugh...I just had no idea how different! Other guys I've dated have all been easy-going...not decisive, not demanding...and really not for me.
