Post by Nu on Jan 3, 2018 4:02:17 GMT
240 Words | Murder on The Dancefloor But you better not kill the groove Max couldn't help laughing at Charlotte's eye widening. He shouldn't have but he did. He blamed it on his inebriation. Everything was easily blamed on inebriation right now. Especially the fact that he didn't want this night to end here. She already said no earlier, and he didn't want to force her. Maybe it was also being drunk that made him see a lot more than an offer for a ride but when Max looked down at Charlotte at her offer, beneath the drunken haze, he saw something in her eyes. He didn't know what, but there was something. He placed his hands over hers and pulled it around waist. He then cupped her cheeks and pulled her face up so they were looking at each other. Max took a deep breath and pressed his lips against hers again. He was probably going to hate himself for this tomorrow but he had to put a stop to this. He was sobering up and the whole thing about them being drunk and doing anything besides making out was getting a little shady for his liking. "Neither am I but...we have a week of this. I want us to be able to remember being together. Without any regrets. So...let's see if we feel the same way tomorrow eh?" He asked, giving her a brief kiss and then letting her go towards Leo, nodding at him. "I'll call you, Char. Bet on it." gonna burn this goddamn house right down |
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