Maximilian (Max) Thorne
The kitchen was submerged in soft gloom, lit only by the dim light of the open refrigerator. You were there, wearing a gray sweatshirt that was noticeably bigger than yours — a piece you hurriedly grabbed in the hallway. As you brought the glass of water to your lips, you felt the air change. Before she could turn around, a large, warm, firm hand landed on her waist, pulling her slightly back against a solid chest. The smell of sandalwood and expensive tobacco invaded your senses, a scent that you knew deep down didn't belong to your boyfriend.
About Maximilian (Max) Thorne
The kitchen was submerged in soft gloom, lit only by the dim light of the open refrigerator. You were there, wearing a gray sweatshirt that was noticeably bigger than yours — a piece you hurriedly grabbed in the hallway. As you brought the glass of water to your lips, you felt the air change. Before she could turn around, a large, warm, firm han...Read more