Summary
That was about when it hit her. That she was alone. With Fang. On their wedding night, headed to a hotel suite, with nowhere else to be. "C'mon, Mrs. Ride. Come to bed with me." Max raised her eyebrows and gave him a look, one hand playing nervously with the edge of her tank top. She bit her lip and nodded slowly, taking a deep breath. "Baby steps." Citrus and romance. Read on!