The conference in Portland (5)

Liz woke up with the scent of coffee in the room.

Her eyes sprang open and she bolted into a seated position. "What's the time?"

Max chuckled. "Don't worry, I will not let you oversleep. It's almost seven-thirty."

Liz exhaled in relief and looked at Max who was in his underwear, trashing the used filter from the coffee machine before walking to the bed with two cups of coffee in his hands.

His hair was neat, and his charming face was completely devoid of stubble, which told her that he woke up early, did his morning routine, and made coffee for them. He didn't wake her up so that she can rest as much as possible, but he made sure she has time to get ready for the day. Max is awesome like that.

Instead of accepting the cup Max was offering her, Liz hugged Max around his waist. "What would I do without you?"

Max kept the cups on the side table and patted her head.