The kiss.

Maxwell's and Judith's Pov.

(This chapter is written in the Third pov. )

“Are you sure you want to hit the dancefloor in that outfit? You’re going to have a hard time keeping the guys away,” Maxwell warned, and Judith rolled her eyes.

“I’ve seen ladies who are dressed sexier than I am in here like your busty admirer,” Judith said as she rose, and dragged Maxwell to the dance floor.

Maxwell did everything within his power to avoid Judith's seductive advances as they danced. On a few occasions, she leaned on him and tried to kiss him but Maxwell stylishly ignored her and gulped down more alcohol to keep his mind busy and distracted from whatever Judith was trying to do.

They both felt exhausted a while later with sweat dripping from their bodies, while Judith giggled a bit tipsy, as they made their way back to their seat. She had consumed more Alcohol even when Maxwell had tried to stop her.

A few minutes later they were both laughing at each other's jokes as Judith tried to tune