The Freedom.

Emily stood on the balcony of Justin's apartment and looked out over the city at night. The view from the window of the room where she met with Denver was amazing, but she liked the view from here more. The bay was on the other side, and the number of skyscrapers was also greater here, but the emotions were different.

She felt calmness, confidence, warmth, and... love.

The man's palms slid along her shoulders, covered with a soft robe, and closed at the girl's waist, "You shouldn't have refused to take a shower with me. I was so bored alone." The boss rubbed his nose against her hair and lightly nibbled on her earlobe.

Emily smiled and leaned her back against Evans's chest, sinking into a tight hug. "That's because you wouldn't let me wash, you shameless pervert. Are we going to sleep tonight? It's already one in the morning."