Chapter 4:

*Maxine's POV*
The next morning, my body still feels the familiar warmth of my new boyfriend's body. My eyes open to see him sleeping peacefully as he holds me close to his naked body. Events from last night makes me smile. I have never done that before and I'm glad that it's with someone that I can trust.

I snuggle a little more in his chest. The movement wakes him up a little and he rubs my bare back with his hand.

"Morning," I mumbled with a smile.

"Morning," he mumbles back, not wanting to wake up or more from our hold.

"Did I fulfilled your pleasures?" I asked, blushing a little.

Tim didn't say a word. Instead he takes his hand to move my head up by my chin so I can look into his instance eyes.

"You fulfilled them and much more," he smirks, giving me a kiss. "Still couldn't believe you gave it to me."

"I had no one to give it to and I trust you."

He chuckles, lifting up to look down to me. "You're playing with fire when you trust me, pet."

"Who says I'm completely innocent?" I smirked back, trying to be like him.

"You're innocent, but you can keep up with me which it's just fine."

I smiled at this, kissing him.

"You hungry? I can make breakfast for us," I offered, sitting up.

"You got a day off today?" he asked, giving me his shirt to wear.

My arms lift up for him to place it on me.

"Yea, I got the weekends off," I answered, getting off the bed.

"Well, let's go out tonight as our first date, you like movies?" Tim asked, placing his pants.

"Sure, I like movies," I accepted his offer, putting on some underwear.

In the kitchen, there wasn't much for us to eat, but there's enough for breakfast. Eggs, toast, and some milk.

"Umm, Tim?" I call out to him. "How do you like your eggs?"

"Scrambled," he answers, reading the daily newspaper.

"Scrambled it is."

The table sets up for two people. He sits next to me still being shirtless. Seeing him like this makes me feel hot and the familiar desire from last night. A blush appears on my face when I think about last night.

Tim sees this while eating. A smirk curls on his face. He places his hand on my bare pale thigh, startling me a little.

"What's the matter, pet?" his voice becomes husky as his hand raises up and up to my underwear. "My little angel can't get enough of this hood."

"Master," I breathed, blushing more. "Timmy," I moaned.

"You're so cute, Maxine," he chuckles, placing his hand away.

I breathe a little heavy at the overwhelming feeling.

"Umm," I managed to speak through the blushing. "I-I need to get ready f-for the day. W-Would you like to join with me in th-the shower?" I stuttered shyly.

"We do need to save on water," he smirks more.

My head nods in agreement, but I didn't realized I nodded a little too edgerly until he chuckles.

After breakfast and doing the dishes together, we do our new morning routine. All I can say he's rough, really hot, and gentle. I like it a lot.

He doesn't have any other clothing from his overnight visit. So we decided to get ready with what I have and head to his house so we can spend the whole day together.

I am dressed with the only dress I have. The moment when he saw the dress, he told to wear it. So I'm wearing the black sleeveless dress with my black flats.

Tim watches me with his instance eyes as I grease his hair the way he told me to.

"Is that good?" I asked him when he finish with his hair.

He looks into the mirror of the bathroom and looks at it for a few moments before smirking again, "not bad, pet."

"Thanks, master!" I smiled.

I like his dominant behavior, but Tim isn't forceful just telling me what he wants in a respectful matter. Sure he doesn't say please or thank you, but hey that's okay.

"What are you doing, Maxine?" he asked when I begin to put some grease in my hair.

"Greasing my hair," I answered, stopping.

"Don't put on so much grease, it doesn't suit you well," he says, commenting about my shoulder-length raven black hair.

"Will a little be okay?"

"Yea."

So I place on a little grease to show I'm a greaser.

"Do I look okay?" I asked him about my overall over appearance.

"Perfect," he wraps his arms around my waist, bringing me closer to him.

My hands are on his chest as I listen to the rhythm of his strong heart.

He lifts my head up to give me a kiss.

Tim and I begin to walk towards his house with our hands holding each other. Possibly making sure everyone knows I'm his. I actually feel safe and protected with him with me.

When we arrived to his house, his whole mood changed in a second.

"What the fuck," he mumbles under breath darling over to his car. "Son of bitch!" Tim calls out of anger.

"What's wrong!?" I asked worried, running over to his side.

"My tires are fucked again!" he growls, standing up on his feet.

I follow him inside of his house.

"Curly! Angela!" he screams out throughout the house.

I've met his siblings a few times before, but never really talk or get to know them.

"What?!" a female voice screams back from a closed door.

"Angela!" he screams back, banging on her door. "Was Dally here?!"

"How the fuck would I know?!" the sixteen year old teenage girl asked back out of anger. "He comes and goes as he please! Besides I was at my girlfriend's place!"

Tim growls seriously irritated.

"Come on, Maxine," he says to me coldly. "I need to fix my tires again!"

"Did Dally really broke your tires?" I asked confused, following him.

"Yes for a millionth time," he's really annoyed with his occurring situation.

I watch him get hidden money-emergency money-and take me to the local shop for tires.

"Sorry that our day is starting out like this," Tim apologizes, carrying three tires in his arms.

"Well, life has its challenges," I explained with a smile, carrying the fourth tire. "Especially for us Greasers. Besides, consider it practice for our relationship to see if we can work together."

He nods his in understanding.