"Oh, by the way, I need you to cover my shift for the week," I inform Quinn, almost forgetting to tell her. Her head whips my way in a state of alarm before her eyes narrow in on me."Girl," she points at me. "You owe me!"In my room I go through my things deciding what to pack for the week. I hope they have a washer because I don't know that I have enough decent clothes for an entire week. I rummage through my drawers and find some light pink lacy lingerie, and of course bright green. I grab both, shoving them in a suitcase Quinn let me borrow. After packing I shower, making sure to shave everywhere. My heart is beating harder with every passing hour knowing Max will be here tomorrow to pick me up and whisk me away.***MaxPulling up to Rae's house I turn the truck off and sit there. My hands gripping the steering wheel. This is as fucking real as it gets and I'm terrified. But the way I feel when I'm around Rae makes me fearless, she sets my soul on fire and my pursuit for

Rae sits on the couch, her fingers trailing through her hair frantically."Fuck him, you'll be fine," I finally address the elephant in the room. Her brown eyes cut to mine, a true smile pulling at her plush lips. I step over to her, and kneel. Grabbing her chin, I force her head up, if I have to tear the confidence out of her I will."You have me by your side, and if he comes near you I will drop that motherfucker," I continue, and she laughs, her eyes watering."I'm fine. It's just... a shock is all," she admits, her forehead wrinkled as she tries to make sense of it all. "I get that," I whisper, taking her fingers in mine. She looks down at them and the way her body swells with my touch makes me want to lay her out and fuck her torment right out of her. But I'm not a prick, I know right now is not the time."I'm going to use the bathroom," she informs, standing. She makes her way into the small room, her ass swaying as she does so.Falling back on the couch, I groan.

***MaxI didn't get to the room until late last night and Rae was already asleep. I thought about what I wanted to say to her the whole time I was helping my mom and sister with setting chairs and tables. Then they got into an argument about placement. I just sat back and drank a beer until they figured it out.I was going to tell Rae yesterday I wanted the next step in whatever the hell we were doing. At least I think I was until Uncle Henry came knocking on the damn door.Maybe I should tell her this morning?"Is this okay?" Rae asks, twirling in a light white sundress. "Babe, it's just breakfast," I remind her. I don't know why she's so freaked out having breakfast with everyone. Nobody is even going to pay attention to us."I know it is, but I want to look nice," she mutters, slipping on some brown wedges. I stand up and walk over to her. Grabbing her by the waist I twirl the lock of hair that escaped her messy ponytail. "You've been in that bathroom for fifte

"Really, son?" Becca asks, unamused. Max's jaw is clenched tight, his hard stare not giving anything away. Macy opens her mouth to say something but quickly turns on her heel and heads back into the dining room.Becca looks at me with a tightlipped smile, as she elegantly flicks her bangs out of her eyes."Are you two ready to have breakfast now?" Becca questions, before turning away. "I see why you like her, son," she rambles off over her shoulder, winking at me before she jerks the dining room door open and disappears inside."You do have a nice ass," Max shrugs, and I just want the floor to open up and swallow me whole.***Breakfast is awkward, and quiet. The only thing you can hear are the sound of forks scraping plates, and everyone is staring at me like I should be wearing a scarlet letter on my shoulder. After what Becca and Macy just witnessed, it's probably accurate. Afterwards we return back to our cabin were Max proceeds to screw me within an inch of my life

He looks at me and that unknown tension that was once there fills his eyes again. I silently plead for him to tell me what is going on, for anything that Jacob tells me will make it that much worse.The song ends, but Max doesn't let go. He keeps swaying his hips and looking deep into my eyes. As if he's afraid to let me go.Taylor Swift sings "Wildest Dreams" and the spell that Max is under breaks. "Oh no, your father is drinking again," Becca whines to Max. We look at the bar and find Mark fisting a tumbler of amber liquid. Max looks down at me and sighs. "When my dad drinks... he thinks he's God's gift to women," he informs and I laugh. "I'll be back." Max kisses my cheek and accompanies his mother to the bar."Would you reject a man asking for a dance?" My head snaps to the side finding Jacob looking at me sheepishly. "Are you serious?" I raise a brow. "Unbelievable," I mutter. Walking off the dance floor, my arm is suddenly jerked making me come to a complete stop."