(Author's POV)
"So~ …. what do you think of this place? Do you like it?" Fabian asked, looking at Myra with pure earnestness. After hours of driving, they were finally standing outside his resort, aka beach house. Myra's eyes were gleaming with something unreadable. She then looked at him as if asking why he had brought her here.
Fabian cleared his throat and added, explaining, "*Ahem* …. I thought after spending so many days in that cramped hospital room, you might need some fresh air to cool off your mind. You could say, a revitalizing experience. After all, with what you went through~ …. it has been a lot. And~ … I happen to have this beach house." He took a step closer and asked, "Ummm~ …. did I~ …., by chance, overstep my boundaries? Do you not like coming here?" His words were filled with caution. "Should we~ … go back. If you want to."
