Harlow glares, her face going bright red and I giggle into my hand watching her.
“Yes, we are, talk to you later,’’ Malik says shortly, grabbing Harlow around the waist and picking her up.
“My coat,’’ she shouts just as I hear Malik reply, “I love you wet.’’
I burst out laughing. It feels good. It’s not something I’ve done a lot of; in fact, I can’t think of the last time I laughed like this which is just plain sad.
“You have a beautiful laugh,’’ Max tells me and I turn to look at him shocked. Had he been watching me the whole time?
“You really do have a way with words,’’ I tell him seriously, wondering if his charm works on everyone. Who am I kidding? His looks alone would have women queuing the block to be with him.
“I have a way with a lot of things,’’ he teases quietly.
“You really are something,’’ I deadpan, looking away. It’s hard to look at him for more than a few minutes. He’s so goddamn good looking.
“I know, right,’’ he says cheerfully and I have to fight back a smile at the playfulness he’s forever portraying.
“Hey guys, I have to get Kayla back before the rain gets any worse. I might just stop the night there, so call and let me know if you hear anything from Mase,’’ Myles calls from the door. I look up to find Kayla grabbing her coat and umbrella.
“Alright, bro, you walking?’’ Max asks shocked.
“Yeah, Kayla’s dad doesn’t want to risk her being out in a car in this weather. It seems there have been a few crashes today,’’ he informs us sadly.
“Shit,’’ Max says, running his hands through his still wet hair.
“Let us know when you get there.’’
“Will do.’’
Kayla waves goodbye and tells me to look after Scott Eastwood for her. I laugh, looking back at the paused movie.
“I’m just going to get changed into something of Mason’s. The rain soaked through my hoody,’’ Max says, getting up.
“Will his clothes fit? You’re big,’’ I tell him, then groan when I realise what the fuck just came out of my mouth. Why did I bother speaking? Oh, I know, because I’m an idiot.
“Oh, baby, trust me, I’m well aware,’’ he smirks, grabbing his junk. I send him a glare before looking away. I grab the remote that Denny had left on the end of the sofa and press play. Not realising how loud it was I jump in fright and end up waking Hope up from her nap. She starts fussing which has me panicking. Standing up, I place her over my shoulder and tap her back. I’ve watched moms do this with their kids all the time, but when it doesn’t work, I start rocking her from side to side. Well, okay, I start rocking from side to side, but you get the drift.
Max rushes in with his top barely over his head. Frozen to the spot, I stare at his rippling muscles as he pulls his top on with one hand.
Fuck me!
He has a body of a goddamn model. Jesus! How the hell has a lad his age got that kind of muscle? He’s fit. I mean, you could trace each line of his six pack – well, eight pack – and dip your finger down his V line. I’ve never seen one of those on anyone in the flesh, only in pictures. I started to believe they were a fantasy and were just airbrushed, or whatever photographers do, but looking at Max I can see they are very, very real.
“You’ve got a bit of drool there,’’ Max says, touching my mouth with his index finger.
Humiliated, I jump back, slapping his hand out of the way. I can’t believe I just lost myself in his body. A loud burp next to my ear reminds me of Hope.
“Oh shit,’’ Max says, stepping closer.
“What?’’ I ask, wondering if I’m holding her wrong.
“She’s been sick,’’ he says looking grossed out, his face scrunched up in revulsion.
“And? It’s just a bit of sick,’’ I dismiss.
“Um... It’s in your hair,’’ he says and it’s then I notice he’s not grossed out, but worried I’m going to start having a hissy fit over Hope’s sick being in my
“Yes, we are, talk to you later,’’ Malik says shortly, grabbing Harlow around the waist and picking her up.
“My coat,’’ she shouts just as I hear Malik reply, “I love you wet.’’
I burst out laughing. It feels good. It’s not something I’ve done a lot of; in fact, I can’t think of the last time I laughed like this which is just plain sad.
“You have a beautiful laugh,’’ Max tells me and I turn to look at him shocked. Had he been watching me the whole time?
“You really do have a way with words,’’ I tell him seriously, wondering if his charm works on everyone. Who am I kidding? His looks alone would have women queuing the block to be with him.
“I have a way with a lot of things,’’ he teases quietly.
“You really are something,’’ I deadpan, looking away. It’s hard to look at him for more than a few minutes. He’s so goddamn good looking.
“I know, right,’’ he says cheerfully and I have to fight back a smile at the playfulness he’s forever portraying.
“Hey guys, I have to get Kayla back before the rain gets any worse. I might just stop the night there, so call and let me know if you hear anything from Mase,’’ Myles calls from the door. I look up to find Kayla grabbing her coat and umbrella.
“Alright, bro, you walking?’’ Max asks shocked.
“Yeah, Kayla’s dad doesn’t want to risk her being out in a car in this weather. It seems there have been a few crashes today,’’ he informs us sadly.
“Shit,’’ Max says, running his hands through his still wet hair.
“Let us know when you get there.’’
“Will do.’’
Kayla waves goodbye and tells me to look after Scott Eastwood for her. I laugh, looking back at the paused movie.
“I’m just going to get changed into something of Mason’s. The rain soaked through my hoody,’’ Max says, getting up.
“Will his clothes fit? You’re big,’’ I tell him, then groan when I realise what the fuck just came out of my mouth. Why did I bother speaking? Oh, I know, because I’m an idiot.
“Oh, baby, trust me, I’m well aware,’’ he smirks, grabbing his junk. I send him a glare before looking away. I grab the remote that Denny had left on the end of the sofa and press play. Not realising how loud it was I jump in fright and end up waking Hope up from her nap. She starts fussing which has me panicking. Standing up, I place her over my shoulder and tap her back. I’ve watched moms do this with their kids all the time, but when it doesn’t work, I start rocking her from side to side. Well, okay, I start rocking from side to side, but you get the drift.
Max rushes in with his top barely over his head. Frozen to the spot, I stare at his rippling muscles as he pulls his top on with one hand.
Fuck me!
He has a body of a goddamn model. Jesus! How the hell has a lad his age got that kind of muscle? He’s fit. I mean, you could trace each line of his six pack – well, eight pack – and dip your finger down his V line. I’ve never seen one of those on anyone in the flesh, only in pictures. I started to believe they were a fantasy and were just airbrushed, or whatever photographers do, but looking at Max I can see they are very, very real.
“You’ve got a bit of drool there,’’ Max says, touching my mouth with his index finger.
Humiliated, I jump back, slapping his hand out of the way. I can’t believe I just lost myself in his body. A loud burp next to my ear reminds me of Hope.
“Oh shit,’’ Max says, stepping closer.
“What?’’ I ask, wondering if I’m holding her wrong.
“She’s been sick,’’ he says looking grossed out, his face scrunched up in revulsion.
“And? It’s just a bit of sick,’’ I dismiss.
“Um... It’s in your hair,’’ he says and it’s then I notice he’s not grossed out, but worried I’m going to start having a hissy fit over Hope’s sick being in my
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