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Gently, Max peeled it away and held it out so I could see the small heart drawn on the material.
“Win do this too?”
My lips curled in on themselves, and I shook my head.
A dark, stormy look clouded his stare. His tongue slid over his teeth as he crushed the bandage in his hand. Tossing it aside, he grabbed my head, but despite his clear anger, he was gentle.
Lips fluttered lightly over the exposed stitches, kissing the injury with infinite care. “I’ve wanted to do that since the first night in the hospital,” he said, brushing another lingering kiss to the skin. “So many times, I denied myself. But not anymore.”
My stomach broke into the moment, grumbling enthusiastically.
Max smiled, the kind of smile that melted away the sharp angles of his features and the harshness in his demeanor. “Let’s get that re-covered and get some breakfast.”
He held my hand to lead me into the bathroom, kissed me as he applied the bandage, then handed me one of his hoodies when I went to get dressed.
It was basically everything I ever wished for but better, and I found myself reluctant to leave the house because I worried things wouldn’t be the same when we did. After all, Win might have accepted our complicated and somewhat forbidden relationship…
But that didn’t mean everyone would.
26
Max
The back seatof the Range Rover was filled with silence. Wes wasn’t really a noisy guy, but there was a difference between quiet and silence.
In fact, the closer we got to Shirley’s, the more potent his silence became.
By the time Win pulled into the lot, the back of my neck was prickling, and the gut feeling something was bothering him would not be pushed aside.
“I’m starving,” Win complained, shutting off the engine and pushing open his door.
“You just ate.” I reminded him.
“I’m a growing boy.”
I made a rude noise, glancing down at his upper body. “What’s the deal with that anyway?” I asked. “I thought you went to Sweden to study, not get buff.”
One of Win’s eyebrows lifted from behind his mirrored aviators. Dude loved those glasses. He also loved not combing his hair. “Why can’t I do both?”
Wes’s curly head popped in between the two front seats. “Did you meet a girl?”
Win leaned back inside the car to look at him. “A girl?”
“Yeah. Maybe that’s why you decided to muscle up.”
“I don’t have to muscle up. My charming personality is enough to hook anyone,” Win cracked.
Wes glanced at me, and we shared a look.
“He totally met a girl.” Wes decided.
“I did not,” Win argued.
“Did too,” Wes countered.
Win raised his palm, likely to smack Wes’s bratty head.
I caught his wrist. “Nope,” I drawled lazily.
