A/N: The image above does not belong to me. It belongs to the person who uploaded it on the internet.

Tul's POV

I struggled with holding back my tears.

"Look," Max started to say, turning his face to me for a split second before turning his eyes back on the car ahead of us.

We were right smack in the middle of the early evening rush hour so I thought he better pay attention to the traffic all around us.

"Meiko is... " Max tried to continue but I cut him off.

"Don't," I said, "I'm not interested in who this person is who wrote their name and number on the receipt. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked. The friends you make are none of my business."

Suddenly, Max swerved to a shoulder on the road and stopped the car.

"Remember when you asked me long time ago if I ever had a girlfriend?" he asked right after he turned off the engine of the car.

I did remember asking him, so I nodded my head.

"You never asked me what her name was, so I didn't tell you," he said. "Her name is Meiko and she happened to be the pharmacist who processed your prescription."

"Did you ask for her contact number?" I asked angrily. "Is that why she wrote her name and number on this receipt?"

"No!" he yelled. "Look carefully at my lips. No, no, no, no, no and no! Oh, and did I say NO? I did not? Okay, let me say it again.  N..."

I covered his mouth before he could say 'no' again.

He grabbed my wrist and pushed my hand away from his mouth.

"I was not even aware that she had written her name and number on the receipt," Max said, shaking his head and seeming to curse himself for not being more attentive to what happened. "She was handling the receipt behind the counter where I could not see what she was doing. When she stuffed the receipt into the paper bag with the bottle of pills, I just grabbed it and left."

I was silent for a while and then...

"Do you plan to call her, now that you have her contact number?" I asked.

Before I knew what was happening, Max had grabbed the receipt from me and tore it into tiny irretrievable pieces.

"What the fuck, Max!!!"  I yelled at him. "I need that receipt for when I file my income tax return! You could just have erased it with a black permanent marker!"

Max shrugged. "You can always ask for a copy of it at the pharmacy. You, you are the one who will go to the pharmacy to request for the copy because I sure as hell am not going back there, even if my life depended on it!"

"Stop being such a drama king!" I scolded him. "I'm hungry. I wanna stop some place for food."

"No," Max said, starting the car. "We're not going anywhere to stop for food. There's Korean food waiting for you at our unit, your favorite Korean BBQ and samgye-tang."

"Step on the gas pedal. You're going too slow," I complained.

Suddenly, he swerved to the shoulder of the road again and parked the car.

Before I could tell what his intentions were, he was all over me. His lips were pressing hard against mine, his tongue trying to push its way into my mouth.

While he was doing that, I felt his fingers working on the buttons on the front of my shirt.

I have to say that Max is a really good kisser. I found myself returning his kiss. I was starting to feel hot all around my neck and chest. I moaned when he moved his mouth to the side of my neck.

I placed my arms around his back and clung tightly to him as he nibbled on my earlobes while with circling motions of his palm, he teased one of my nipples.

I couldn't help moaning once more. I closed my eyes tight in immeasurable pleasure.

"I love you so much, Tul," I heard him whisper in my ear. "You are the love of my life, now and for always, and I want to be the love of your life in the same manner. Say it to me, Tul, say it, please."

"Max... Max... " I said between soft moans.  " You are the......"

Suddenly there was a loud tap on the window of the car. I opened my eyes wide.

Oh, shit, a traffic police was peering into our window.