"Why are we hitting up the mall again?" Max inquires as we stroll hand in hand into the Old Orchard Shopping Center, heading toward The Cheesecake Factory."Because we can't exactly tell my family that our extended absence is due to the fact that we've been otherwise occupied for the past two hours," I reply, raising my free hand to gesture towards the restaurant's sign. "This is our cover." He gazes up at the red, illuminated sign, a mischievous grin playing on his lips."What?" He asks, clearly amused. "Do you think cheesecake will make them forget that I just had a rendezvous with their youngest family member in the back seat of my car at the end of their street?""No, you fool," I retort, giving his arm a playful smack, to which he chuckles. "It's a diversion, remember? Besides, once they see the cheesecake, they won't be too curious about our prolonged absence... I hope." Eager to get inside, I pull him into the restaurant."Well, that just put a dent in my bank account," I comme
Henry repeated his question, "Señor Blackwell, what are your intentions?"Max began to answer, "Well, to date—" but was abruptly interrupted by Samuel, who mimicked a buzzer sound to indicate a wrong answer."That's incorrect," William took charge immediately, elaborating, "Our Isabellarita is like an unopened bud, waiting to bloom. She deserves love, care, and an abundance of happiness to blossom into a beautiful rose.""Unless your 'bad boy' persona turns her into a weed faster than your pull-out game," Caleb interjected, leaving Max and me dumbfounded."What?""What?" William echoed our simultaneous question, ignoring the peculiar looks we gave him. He quickly brushed off our expressions and continued, "My point is, make her flourish, not wither. Alright, next." Max and I didn't get a chance to respond because Avery seized the opportunity to finish her initial question."Before I was rudely interrupted," Avery said, "I was going to ask you to list the first three things that come t
"Max Blackwell, are you the jealous type?" I inquired."I wouldn't say I'm jealous," he replied. "I consider myself more territorial. Jealousy is wanting something that's not yours, while being territorial means protecting what already belongs to you. Isabella isn't and will never be my possession, but she is my girl, and I'll do whatever it takes to keep her safe."Buffy chimed in, "He's got my vote for sure.""Absolutely," I agreed. "He should run for president."Caleb echoed Buffy's sentiment, saying, "It's official, he's got my vote too. No further questions." He leaned back in his chair, reaching for a slice of cheesecake as Kalix continued with the questioning.Kalix posed the next query, "Communication is crucial in any relationship, especially a romantic one. How do you plan to ensure that you both communicate effectively?"I noticed Alex and Avery's keen interest in this question, likely due to their awareness of the reason behind Max and my recent break. Max briefly glanced
"The First Night of the New Year""Absolutely not," Alex and Isaac simultaneously muttered, instantly pulling Avery and me to their side."We can't possibly let the couples team up," Isaac explained. "Who knows how long it would take you four to clean up if we did?"Now, you might be wondering what exactly was happening at this point in time. Well, to put it briefly, all the parents and kids were still at the Murphy's place even as the clock struck six. When we got the news that they wouldn't be back until midnight, we all quickly agreed to throw a party at our house. That decision, however, turned out to be a colossal mistake. Before we knew it, "midnight" had become "eleven at the latest," leaving us with a mere two hours, at most, to clean up the aftermath of a 200+ person party that had to be cut short.It had been an epic party, no doubt, but we also valued our lives. Consequently, we promptly ushered everyone out, including the rest of our friends. Though they wanted to assist,
Loraine and Darius's Wedding"Are you sure Loraine and Darius are fine with Kalix and me joining on such short notice?" Max inquires as he sneaks up on me, although it's not much of a sneak, since I can see him in the mirror. I'm in the midst of applying the last of my mascara before I slip into my dress.His hands gently encircle my waist as he nuzzles the crook of my neck, nearly causing me to squeal when he softly nibbles on my skin."Nope, nope, nope," I quickly turn to face him, finding him smirking at me, of course. "No hickeys until after the wedding." He rolls his eyes, but the smirk remains intact. "And yes, you two are more than welcome to come. Actually, Loraine and Darius anticipated that every guest might bring a plus one, so they accounted for extra chairs and dinner plates." Max raises an eyebrow, a curious yet comical expression. "And who would have been your plus one if I hadn't shown up?""I guess we'll never find out now," I tease, pushing him away and handing him h
"I still vividly recall the night I first laid eyes on you," Max whispers as he takes his time unzipping my dress, causing my body to erupt in goosebumps. "You immediately captured my attention, but I never anticipated how significant you'd become to me." He plants a gentle kiss on my bare shoulder as he gracefully lowers the dress by pulling down the straps until it falls to the floor."And I never thought I'd break my own rules for anyone, but at some point," I confess, turning slowly to meet his gaze, "you flashed that brilliant, infectious smile of yours, and deep down, I knew I was lost." His intense gaze remains locked on me as I begin unbuttoning his dress shirt, never breaking eye contact. In the meantime, Max places his thumb on my lips, parting them with delicate precision. "Could you do me a favor?" His shirt joins the pile on the floor."Anything," he breathes out, just as my fingers brush over his firm arousal when I move to lower his pants. He steps out of them before ge
"I'm in a relationship."That's exactly how Mom chose to reveal her new boyfriend to Alex and me on the last day of our winter break: straightforward, direct, and out of nowhere. The two of us were utterly perplexed when those words first came out of her mouth, so you can easily imagine our initial reaction..."Huh?" Alex and I respond simultaneously, struggling to process her announcement."I'm seeing someone," she repeats, as if repeating it would make us any less bewildered."When did you start dating?" I finally ask, just before Alex fires off his own barrage of questions, "Who is he? Where does he work? How did you meet? Does he have children? What's his social security number? Passport book number? Birth certificate number? Tell us, Mom!"Mom lets out a soft chuckle at Alex's protective instincts before becoming serious once more."Well, his name is Noah Matthews," she begins. "He's an English Literature teacher at New Trier Township High School. I met him a month ago when his n
Considering the circumstances, acknowledging my love for Max came easily to me. However, expressing it to him? Well, that's going to require some time. There are numerous matters we must resolve first, experiences to share, and, especially, his significant undisclosed secret. I need some courage before I can confidently speak those three cherished words to him. Until then, my actions will have to convey my feelings more effectively than words can. Nevertheless, I hope he understands, and I hope he senses just how deeply I care for him."Never mind," Max abruptly decides to dismiss his earlier question. I furrow my eyebrows."It did?""Yup," he says, planting a gentle kiss on my nose. "And for the record, right back at ya."Okay, he's definitely skilled at reading emotions. What's next? Reading my mind?"I'm pretty sure he has every part of your body figured out by now," my inner voice, Buffy, comments with a touch of humor.'Hello darkness, my old friend,' I silently sing to her. "Hav