Second Date
Part 2
Chloe was hell-bent on making the evening as enjoyable for her date as possible, but also wanted to make sure that they had the evening to themselves. After dropping Max off at Blackwell from the gym, Chloe had spent the majority of her day trying to come up with something that would blow the brunette away. I want to actually pull off the whole "Sweep you off your feet" shit. I want Max to fucking gush at everything and just be hella impressed. Feeling a warmth build in her face, Chloe scowled at how mushy she was being until the image of a smiling Max passionately kissing her broke the irritation with an audible sigh escaping from the bluenette's lips.
"Fuck," Chloe flopped down onto her bed and lit a joint, resigned to her being romantic, "I can't believe I'm doing this shit. Why am I doing this shit?"
Because it's Max, dumbass.
Memories of Max and herself riding their bikes all over Arcadia Bay, laughing as they went off on their imaginative pirate adventures, flooded Chloe's mind as she laid back and smoked her weed. Smiling fondly at the memories as they came one after another, Chloe jumped a bit when her phone began to vibrate from inside her jeans.
Max: The Exorcist and The Shining r playing!
Max: Woot!
Chloe: Who says woot anymore? Lol
Max: ur mom said woot last nite ;)
Chloe: WTGDF?! Also, lay off the fucking emoji, dude.
Chloe: Heyyyyyyyy
Max: …u r changing things up, aren't u?
Chloe: We can still totally watch movies…
Max: HOE DON'T DO IT
Chloe: U kno how I am with horror movies, Max!
Max: All the better to kiss you with.
Chloe: U don't need scary movies for kissing, u egg
Max: u don't need to be chickenshit to be so damn adorable, u dork
Chloe: Just let me do my thang, k?
Max: …
Chloe: Aww, c'mon dude
Max: There'll be more dates, Che. Ugh, FINE.
Chloe: Hella yes! Let me kno when ur ready and I'll come over.
Max: K. Gonna go shower, then bake some.
Chloe: I'm all outta my stash
Max: Su ;P
Chloe: NO EMOJI, ASSWIPE
"She calls me a nerd," Max said to herself, switching off her phone before tossing it on the bed in her Blackwell dorm room. Sniffing at herself, Max wrinkled her nose at the sweaty smell. "Ugh. I already showered, too. Still smell like sweat…and chlorine."
Max, Kate, Rachel, and Victoria had broken into the Blackwell pool the night before, an impromptu "Girls' Night" after all but Kate had gotten thoroughly high and drunk. The only times Max wasn't reveling in their late night shenanigans were when Chloe would pop up in her mind. I wish Chloe were here, Max had thought on more than one occasion, She'd totally love this. Max had nearly gotten them caught with when she did perk up, her fits of laughter the result of Kate's visible displeasure at Rachel having dragged her along. Mischief does not a Marsh make, Max had thought to herself at the time. It still sounded funny to Max, the tongue-twister getting a snort out of the brunette as she began to undress. Stripping down to her boxers and sports bra, Max walked over to the mirror to give herself a once-over. Wowser, that's going to be nasty in the morning, Max thought as she examined the darkening bruise on her side. I didn't think he hit me that hard.
The memory of her sparring had been overrun by Chloe running in circles after bopping Max on the nose, the brunette laughing hard as she leaned against the mirror for support at the image of Chloe fleeing. Thinking back to when she and Chloe were kids, Max wondered what her younger self from before she'd left Arcadia Bay would say at seeing an older Chloe running from her present self. Oh my Dog, she'd probably drop her jaw onto the floor. Then again, that's a fair result. Shrugging, Max grabbed her towel and hygiene bag before heading out into the hall. I wonder what she's up to, my blue tree…
"May I ask why we are getting the pizza as a carryout instead of you taking me to an actual pizza place? Kind of a shitty date, Price," Max teased, nudging Chloe with an elbow as the bluenette drove through Main St. "Pizza is pizza, but I was hoping for eating out."
"Oh, there'll be plenty of that later, Mad Max," Chloe cooed, winking only to laugh at Max's exaggerated eyeroll and scoff. "Dude, you totally fucking walked into that one."
"Walked, stumbled, and did a pratfall. Ugh, you're so damn gross sometimes," Max shook her head, a faint grimace on her face as she pinched the bridge of her nose. "I really wish you hadn't hit my goddamn nose, Chloe. You just had to hit me in the face, didn't you?"
"I sowwy. Boo hoo, poor widdle Max can't take a… Ow!" The truck swerved for a second into the opposing lane when Max landed a half-strength punch into the driver's shoulder. "Motherfucker, Max! That legit hurt, you ass!"
"Boo hoo. Poor widdle Chlo-Chlo can't take a fucking punch…" Max shot Chloe a look and stuck her tongue out. "If you can't take it, don't dish it. Revenge is a dish that is best served on a boot up your ass, Chloe Price. Fortunately for you, I happen to like my boots."
The Sun was starting to set as the girls headed towards the lighthouse in Chloe's truck. Chloe had swung by the school half an hour ago to pick Max up at Blackwell and had dropped her jaw at the sight of her date approaching. Sporting jean shorts, a tank-top that looked to be form-fitting underneath Max's black and pink plaid shirt, the first thing that had popped into Chloe's mind was edible. Biting her lip as Max's lean form was hinted at by the clinging fabric tank-top, Chloe managed to feebly compose herself in hope of Max not noticing how the bluenette was staring at her. Keep your shit together, Price, Chloe thought to herself as Max smiled from right outside the truck. I'm this close to pledging my allegiance to Max, and the booty for which she has. Goddamnit.
Kicking dirt off of the soles of a pair of battered Army boots, Max hopped into Chloe's truck with an amused look at the speechless bluenette's expense. Wow. Chloe Price speechless. Glad I brought my camera, eheheh. Grabbing her Polaroid camera out of the bag slung across her shoulder, Max snapped a quick photo before Chloe had a chance to gather herself. Jaw dropped and everything. Another photo for the Max Caulfield Memorial Wall!
"…Were you expecting me to be in a dress, Chloe?" Max asked, teasing the other girl a bit before kissing the bluenette on the cheek. A lopsided grin on her face, Max waved a hand across Chloe's line of sight when she realized her date was still out of it. "Uh, Chloe Price? Earth to Chloe? Hey, your handsome princess has come to wake you the fuck up with a kiss."
"What…? Oh, uh, do I look like a fucking Disney princess, nerd?" Chloe, having regained her senses, tried to act indifferent while internally screaming at herself over how hot Max had gotten in five years. "Don't answer that. I can see your smartassness coming off you in waves, Max. Your kisses wouldn't wake me up anyway, Princess Sparklefists, so much as the fucking toxicity of your breath would bring back the dead."
"Ouch." Shit, Chloe thought as she heard the pained tone in Max's voice. I think I took that a bit too far. Max always was 50/50 on catching my sarcasm.
"Sorry. Bad joke."
"Bad Chloe," Max teasingly admonished, wagging a finger in chastisement only to pull it back with a laugh when Chloe looked like she might try and bite the digit.
"I make bad feel hella good, Maxaroni." Both girls snickered at that joke before Chloe started her truck back up to leave Blackwell for their waiting pizza.
"I still can't believe that you bailed on the theater, Che. Those movies aren't even that scary, you dork!" Max cried out, raising her hands in exasperation as she flashed Chloe a pout. "I actually wanted to see them in the theater, too."
"Aww, don't pout. Max, they'll still be there tomorrow and for the remainder of the week. I…I just wanted tonight to be the two of us, okay? Lemme do something for just you and me, dude."
The lighthouse hilltop had a beautiful view of Arcadia Bay and the coastline, sunset casting an amber glow over the rippling water that reminded Max of bonfires and camping. Remembering her and Chloe's camping trips with their families, Max smiled quietly to herself as Chloe set the small travel cooler next to the fire pit. Digging her laptop out of the camera bag slung across her shoulder, Max checked to make sure it had a full charge before setting her things aside to help Chloe spread out the blanket. I'd have really liked an actual movie theater, Chloe, but this is pretty nice too. It looks like rain, though.
"This is really sweet, Che, but it looks like a storm is coming," Max said, nodding her head toward the coast as she smoothed out the picnic blanket before taking a seat.
"…You want to head back?" A beer in each hand, Chloe's disappointed tone and frown were leveled at Max. The brunette sighed, slumped her shoulders in defeat, and returned the frown with an apologetic smile.
"No. Just sayin', is all. I don't want to get our date called off because of some freak storm." Max took the offered beer and sipped at it. Ugh, yuck. I forgot how much I don't like this stuff, Max fought to restrain herself from cringing before seeing a cherry soda being offered to her. "Thanks, Che. I…beer's just gross."
"You're so fucking cute," Chloe's amused tone got an eyeroll from Max as both girls took a slice of the cheese pizza and began to eat, Max having turned on The Exorcist to Chloe's horror. "Can't we watch something-"
"No. You wanted us here and we're here. Chloe, just let me have my thing, okay? If you get scared you can always curl up next to me even more."
Max's teasing put Chloe on edge. Now you're just getting cocky, Caulfield, Chloe thought as she looked over at Max with narrowed eyes. The other girl's attention on the movie as she took a few bites from her pizza slice, Chloe found her momentary irritation fade as Max looked over at her with a smile that scrunched up her freckled nose. How the fuck is that fair, Max? You pull shit like this damn movie and then hit me with an amazeballs, cute-as-fuck smile? So goddamn unfair, dude. Hella unfair. Watching Max set down her paper plate, grease imprint in the shape of her now-eaten pizza, Chloe's eyes widened as the brunette presented her with a joint.
"For cereal?" Chloe asked with a wide grin before realizing what she had actually said. "Don't say-"
"That was so cute," Max cut Chloe off, sliding the joint behind Chloe's ear to free her hand up. Stroking Chloe's cheek, Max smiled brightly at the bluenette and leaned over to kiss Chloe softly on the lips. "You make being in Arcadia Bay worthwhile, Che."
"…What about Blackwell?" Chloe didn't want to ask, but something deep inside her pushed the words out. Watching Max's cheerful expression sour, Chloe chastised herself with a string of cuss words muttered under her breath. Seeing Max look away, Chloe spoke up. "I'm…I'm sorry. Fuck, I really don't watch what I say sometimes. Max, I-"
"Look," Max said, cutting the punk off as she pointed towards the farthest edge of coastline from the lighthouse, "It's raining over there. We better pack up, Chloe."
"Hey. Hey Max, please. I'm sorry-"
"Let's just go." Way to kill the mood, Chloe. Why did you have to go and ruin an actual moment, Chloe? Did you not realize how beautiful you looked in that moment, you were so bright I thought my hands would burn at the touch of your skin. Ugh, Chloe. WHY? "C'mon, buzzkill. Don't keep me waiting."
The ride back into town had been quiet and tense, Max keeping herself busy with the battered old Polaroid camera in her bag when not looking out the passenger side window. Chloe, her eyes fixed on the road, was thankful that she at least had her driving to focus on; Max, to Chloe's half-hearted relief, seemed more disappointed than angry. They had talked about the subject of Max's reasons for being in Arcadia Bay at length the previous weekend; as a result, Blackwell had become a sore subject for both of the girls. While Max was happy to have Chloe back in her life, she had originally returned to her old hometown for Blackwell Academy. Max hadn't expected Chloe to still be in Arcadia Bay, but was incredibly thankful for the surprise; Chloe felt somewhat cheated, however, like she was a consolation prize for Max's reason being coming home. Chloe knew how much Blackwell meant for a peson's education, though, and even accepted Max's reasons. She had gone to school there and graduated; when not at her father's construction company, Chloe was taking online courses from the University of Oregon. This is bullshit. Sure, I brought up Blackwell, but she doesn't have to fucking tune me out. I can keep quiet too, Max. You're not the only one who can shut out the world.
"Can we try this again?" Chloe asked. Fucking sonofabitch! Mouth, you traitor!
"I don't know, Chloe." Max sounded fatigued to Chloe, weary from something unseen or unsaid. "The picnic was… it was sweet, as an idea. I just…"
"Just what?" Chloe tried to sound enthusiastic, forcing out a smile that felt so empty she mentally flinched as the words began to form. "H-How about the movie? We missed The Exorcist but The Shining isn't up yet, right?"
"You're just trying to butter me up."
"It workin'?"
"…If you're cereal, then maybe." Max looked at her with a sidelong glance, a thin smile beginning to form. "You owe me popcorn and a fizzie beverage, though. Your emo bullshit on the hilltop dropped a brick on our romance."
"Wha…? My emo what? You're the one who went all cold on me, Caulfield."
"What happened to my fluffy blue tree and her professions of love and kisses?"
"Dude, I can still have 'teh feels' and be mad at you."
The following silence beginning to grow awkward, Max opted to break it herself. Head first, Max. Don't let up, and don't let her fucking go. Forcefully letting out a sigh, the brunette scooted over so that she was sitting right next to Chloe. Leaning her head onto Chloe's shoulder, Max wove the fingers a free hand into Chloe's empty one.
"I'm sorry, Chloe." Max wound her finger around a strand of Chloe's blue hair that had partially escaped from under the punk's beanie.
"Me too. We fucking suck."
"We're terrible."
"We're assholes."
"We need to get high."
"Hella fucking yes. Definitely."
Pulling into the theater parking lot, Max directed Chloe to the space furthest from any of the other vehicles. Nestled in a spot that had the exterior walls of other buildings converged into a narrow alleyway, Max and Chloe climbed out of the truck and slipped into the small passage. Pulling a joint out of her pocket, Max lit the doobie as Chloe motioned with her own. Flicking her lighter back to life, Max leaned over and lit the joint nestled between Chloe's lips. Taking a long drag from her dope, Max let the smoke drift out her nose in a slow trail. Beginning to feel more at ease, Max leaned her back against the wall and pulled Chloe to her.
"Are you trying to seduce me, Max Caulfield?" Chloe's crooked grin got a wry chuckle from Max as she leaned on her tip-toes to give the punk a kiss. Feeling the smoke escape her mouth as their parted lips and tongues collided, Max hit Chloe with a surprise shotgun that the other girl took with a pleasant moan.
"I think we're past that, don't you?" Max said in a breathy voice, pulling back just enough to take another hit of her doobie and shotgun Chloe again. "Mmm, you taste like pizza, beer, and weed. I'm not a fan of beer, but a girl could get used to the flavor…if it came in blue…"
"Dude, I am the flavor of the goddamn ever," Grinning between kisses, Chloe snuffed her joint out after taking a long drag and met Max's shotgun with one of her own. You taste like cinnamon and pot, Max. Do you have any idea how nuts you're fucking making me right now? I could fucking pull your goddamn clothes off and take you right here, no shit. Thinking back to the sight of Max in only a sports bra and shorts, her lean body glistening with sweat, Chloe felt her underwear begin to moisten.
"Come on, Che," Max said, smiling as she pushed herself back from the wall. "Movie!"
"Oh. Yayyyy…," Shrugging in return to the eyeroll she got from Max, Chloe's feigned enthusiasm was only further enticed by her eyes being fixed on the sight of Max's butt. Feeling her underwear begin to cling, Chloe mumbled incoherently as she followed along. Fucking Max and her fucking sweet booty. Fucking lips goddamn kissy bullshit. Fuck fuck fuuuuuuck!
"Come out, come out, where ever you are!" Jack Torrance cried out on the screen. Feeling Chloe's hand dig into her bare legs, Max brought her arm over Chloe's shoulders and pulled the other girl closer.
"Aww, Chloe. It's just a movie, sweetie. No worries, okay?" Max asked, concerned at the look of dread on Chloe's face as she quickly glanced over at Max with widened eyes.
"O-Okay," Chloe said in a quiet voice, her lip trembling just enough that Max noticed. Oh shit, Che. I forgot just how much these movies got to you. I thought you'd get better at watching shit like this over the years. Damn, did you avoid every horror movie to come out in half a decade?
Pulling Chloe in even closer, Max felt the bluenette lean into her shoulder. Chloe's head resting in the crook of her neck, Max felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand as short gusts of warm breath spilled out onto her skin. Instinctively digging her fingers into the leather sleeve of Chloe's jacket, Max bit her lip to restrain the slight whimper fighting to come out. She's so cute like this, just like when we were kids. You always put on a brave face, Chloe, but I know how you really roll. You're a sappy romantic, the girl who listens to fucking Bikini Kill while reading her science textbook. Nerd, romantic, pirate, best friend. Lover…
Chloe felt Max pull her arm back and looked up from the crook of Max's neck. Pouting, Chloe shut her eyes and buried her face a little further in until her lips were faintly brushing the brunette's bare skin. Giving Max's neck a quick kiss, Chloe felt Max shudder from the touch and followed up her peck with a longer, wetter kiss. Movies like these were made for shit like this, Chloe thought with an amused smirk as she turned all of her attention to Max's neck and the need to kiss it. Gently sucking on the skin, Chloe ran her teeth along the wet patch of Max's neck before carefully nibbling at it. Hearing a half-stifled moan, Chloe followed up the nibbling with lick that ran from Max's neck to her ear. Biting down softly on Max's earlobe, Chloe was enjoying Max getting turned on when she felt a hand shove its way into her underwear. Shit!
"T-Two can play at this game, Chloe Price," Max whispered to Chloe, having turned so that her mouth was next to the bluenette's ear, "Dog, you're so wet…"
Running a couple fingers along Chloe's sex, Max flashed the bluenette a Cheshire grin as she felt hips buckle and arch when her fingers moved. Pulling her fingers back, Max felt Chloe try to lift herself to follow and playfully pushed her date's waist down. Bringing the fingers to her face, Max licked Chloe's wetness off her fingers to the bluenette's amazement.
"You want to go back to my place?" Max whispered before kissing Chloe with a deepness that pushed her tongue into the other girl's mouth hard. Feeling Chloe's hot breath mixing with her own, Max pulled away to the wanting in her eyes mirrored by Chloe's.
"Hella yes," Chloe replied, her voice low as she took Max's hand and led her out of their seats and down the aisle towards a rear exit that opened into the parking lot.
Max led Chloe Price through the hall of her dormitory hand in hand, turning her head every few seconds to flash the bluenette a hungry smile. Her face warm and flush, a wild look in her eyes, Max could care less what any of the girls on her floor thought or saw so as long as the girl she was holding onto kept holding on. She'd wanted to cut loose with Chloe during their date, open up a part of herself once more that only Chloe knew of from their years of friendship, but now what Max really wanted was Chloe's pants to come off. A rush like this I would normally attribute to the adrenaline rush of a good sparring match. Maybe this can be my new exercise, and I can run on the high of being with Chloe. Chloe Price is my anti-drug, Max thought with a restrained giggle. Looking back at Chloe one more time before arriving at her dorm room, Max figured Chloe thought she was being a complete sap with all the smiles and cheeriness but only got more affectionate when she saw how Chloe was eating up all the affectionate looks with a greedy smirk on her face; this only made the brunette want get Chloe in her room that much more.
"Ooh, the Max Attack inner sanctum," Chloe said with a hint of sarcasm as she leaned next to Max's whiteboard, "Have I proven worthy?"
"Well, it's no secret lair but I think you can be a new member of the Legion of Dork," Max said, leaning back as she unlocked the door to steal a kiss from the bluenette. "Look at us, Chloe. We're both so fucking mushy right now. You're fucking terrible for me, I swear to Dog."
"Like you're any better for me, Maxaroni. I'm losing street cred as we speak. Also, the whole 'Dog' thing got stale 5 years ago. Give it a rest, nerd. It makes no sense when you already swear."
"Coming from the person who uses 'hella' in damn near every other sentence."
"Hella is sacred, Max," Chloe said, admonishing the brunette with a poke in the shoulder, "Thou shalt not taketh the hella in vain."
"I hella won't take hella in hella vain because that might make you hella mad, right?"
"Okay, smartass-"
"Hella hella hell-ahhhhh-" Max let out a muffled giggle, her eyes twinkling, as Chloe clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle Max's teasing.
"Max. Behave," Chloe's stern voice was undercut by the smirk on her face as the bluenette was having difficult restraining herself. "I'm going to remove my hand and I want you to play fucking nice, okay? Keep your shit in hella control-"
"Pffft," Max laughter was barely held back by Chloe's hand at the bluenette's use of 'hella'. Feeling Max shake from laughter, Chloe rolled her eyes and took her hand away. Bracing herself for Max's teasing, Chloe grinned when Max opted to kiss her instead.
Max kept the kiss going as she pulled Chloe into her room and motioned for the bluenette to lock the door behind them. Slipping her boots off after breaking the kiss with Chloe, Max tugged playfully at the punk's jeans before sliding her own shorts and boxers off. Wasting no time, Max shoved Chloe onto the bed with both girls giggling at how they were behaving. Stifling a laugh as Max felt Chloe grab her and flip them around, Max laid her head back into a pillow as Chloe began to undress her. Max licked her lips when she saw the hungry look in Chloe's eyes, the bluenette taking in the toned body resting underneath her legs.
"L-Like whatcha see?" Max asked, hesitating a bit to Chloe's surprise.
"Max, you are so goddamn hot. Is my cutesy little nerd still in there somewhere, behind all this badassery?" Chloe asked, gently exploring Max's bare torso and arms with her blue-nailed hands.
"I-I'm still here," Max said, her tone sweet and endearing as she pulled Chloe down to meet the lips she craved with her own ravenously waiting.
A raspy moan escaped from Max as Chloe began to undress her, Max's eyes rolling back with a look of pleasure on her face. Chloe's fingers probed and explored Max's abdomen, chest, and shoulders before starting the process of undressing the brunette. Wowser, don't make me wait. Don't you fucking dare make me wait, Chloe Elizabeth Price. Lifting her arms up so that the plaid and her sports bra were discarded, Max felt the button-down shirt return and opened her eyes to see a playful smile on Chloe's face.
"Yes…?" Max asked with an amused grin.
"You look so amazing with the plaid on, Max. Leave it on, yeah?"
Max shrugged, and Chloe felt the burning in her stomach only increase as Max slipped the plaid shirt back on. The dorm room only illuminated by the desk lamp toward the back, Chloe took in the faint shadows that played along Max's body; each curve and muscle from earlier at the gym now on display in something that made Chloe think of charcoal drawings. It's like her strength has become hella etched into her. Is this really the same girl I played with five years ago? Lowering herself down, Chloe began to place light kisses on Max's body.
Starting from Max's navel, Chloe worked her way up with a trail of soft affection that led her from Max's toned belly to the space between Max's breasts and the brunette's neck. Nibbling on Max's neck, Chloe felt the faint whimpers and breathless moans before they were actually expelled from Max's parting lips, the brunette writhing underneath her. Sliding a hand down as she continued to kiss Max's neck, Chloe grinned to herself as she felt the slickness of the other girl's nethers.
"Che, this is hella gay," Max said, feeling the other girl's lips kiss at her jawline. Biting her lip to hide the laughter threatening to escape, Max watched Chloe lift her head up to look at Max with an incredulous expression.
"…Da fuck, Max?" Chloe asked before feeling the hand she had placed on Max's sex get pulled up and onto the brunette's abdomen. Hearing Max laugh made the bluenette's frustration build only to suddenly fall away when Chloe saw the look of happiness on Max's face. "You fucking jerkface."
"Foreplay first, Chloe Price. Dinner and a movie are great, but I'm not that easy." Max's sly look and wink, the way the plaid shirt opened up straight down Max's torso, made Chloe want to bury her face in Max and breathe in every ounce of the little nerd. She's worth the wait, Chloe thought as she felt herself being pulled down into a lying position alongside Max. Looking over to see Max watching her, the dim lighting of the room reflected in Max's eyes, Chloe thought she had never seen anything more beautiful.
"I-I-" Max stammered, her face red from lust and embarrassment.
"Say it don't break it, Max," Chloe said with a chuckle, thankful when Max only swatted her bare thigh in response. Please don't hit me. I'm only playing, Maxaroni!
"…I love you, Chloe," Max's voice was gentle, the words caressing every wound and scar on Chloe's heart like a balm that made the pain fade into obscurity. Max had said it before, but this time Chloe felt something deep behind the words. "Can we…Can we just lay here for a bit? I'd kinda like to feel myself in your arms."
"Ma'am, yes ma'am," Chloe whispered, pulling the suddenly delicate girl into her arms. Feeling Max's arms wrap around her waist, Chloe used the arm not pinned under Max to pull the comforter of Max's unmade bed over the both of them. "You're not gonna fall asleep on me, are you?"
"You're the one who always falls asleep, Che. Besides, is that really such a bad thing?"
"Just antsy."
"There'll be time for that later." Max tilted her chin up and kissed Chloe. The kiss, while lacking the wanton lust from earlier, was somehow even more powerful in the loving way Max ensured that every inch of Chloe's lips were kissed. How can you do that, be so hella adorable and so hardcore? Amazeballs…
"I love you too, Max" were Chloe's final words for the night, both girls lying awake for another couple hours as they held one another. Time seemed to freeze as Max and Chloe's gazes never left each other, loving smiles and nibbling lips communicating mutely all they needed to exchange. Finally growing tired, Max and Chloe fell asleep at roughly the same time, Max's head resting on Chloe's chest as their heartbeats and breathing synchronized.
Author's Note –
This concludes Second Date. I hope you got some laughs and enjoyed the banter. I'm going to try and upload 2-3 times a week, but with Grad School starting next Monday we'll just have to see. I figure if push comes to shove I'll upload 1-2 times but I hope to provide content for all of you to enjoy.
Yes, most of my stories draw out the feels. I just really like making captivating narratives that encompass the whole spectrum of emotions. I know some people have stopped reading my stories because of this, but it isn't going to deter me from writing what I like how I like.
Read, review, and I'll see you all later!
Stay hella, Cinnamon Rolls :)
