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It's been a few months now since you and Max kissed and confessed to one another. You were on a flight to his state, your mind racing as you thought about the time you'd be spending together.
You had missed his warmth, his adorable smile, his sweet dark eyes, his plush pink lips. You couldn't wait to be with him for an entire week and a half all to yourself.
The two of you planned to spend time together, no one else coming to visit. You were happy, not having to share his attention.
You couldn't lie when you had officially gotten together, you grew to be a little jealous of others who got his attention. You liked having him all to yourself almost all the time.
Once you got to the airport, you departed the plane and headed to the luggage pickup, where Max was waiting for you. He had let you know that he was keeping an eye out for both you and your luggage, whichever got to him first.
You were practically running to him, your steps fast as you hearted raced against your chest. You could hear it pounding in your head as your body was covered in a nervous sweat.
Despite how excited you were to reunite with Max, you were also unbelievably nervous. You worried that after seeing you again or after the week together, Max might not like you again. You always got into your head about him not liking you anymore, but Max was always there to reassure you that he still did, and nothing would make him stop.
As you neared the luggage pickup area, you saw him.
He was standing there, big poster in his hands and a large smile on his handsome face as you made eye contact.
A smile laced your lips as you sped your walking to an actual run now. Max opened his arms, the poster still in one hand, as you jumped into his arms. He held you tight as you wrapped your entire body around his.
You missed this. You missed his warmth, his woody yet citrus scent, his larger body that engulfed you practically whole.
The two of you stayed like this for what felt like forever, not wanting to let each other in fear of losing one another. Finally, you pulled away, only a few inches before your lips connected into a passionate yet sweet kiss.
You had longed to feel his lips against yours. His hands on your face and waist. The two kissed briefly before you pulled away with goofy smiles on your faces.
You both were so happy to see each other, both longing to be close.
"I missed you so much," Max said, his voice low and breathy. As if he lost all his air once you came close.
"I missed you, too." You said, your smile widening as you hugged him again.
The two of you shared another hug and a few more kisses before you finally separated and headed to grab your luggage. The two of you holding hands as you walked, not wanting your bodies to be fully separated from one another.
Back at Max's house, he finally introduced you to his family in person. You had talked to them a few times over calls and even got close to his sister, but it was refreshing to finally see them face-to-face.
It was also a bit awkward as you were reminded that you were his partner, getting the talk and all. Both of you grew red as you listened to the words 'sex' and 'door kept open' being brought up into existence.
And though you both were over eighteen, it still sounded so foreign. The two of you had never even thought of bringing it up in the few months you had been together. So hearing it come from his parents made you want to explode.
Max took you up to his room, keeping the door open as requested and letting you get settled.
You were tired from the flight, not wanting to do much, and just wanted to relax with Max at home. So that's what you did.
As you settled into his room for the week and a half you'd be staying, you both cuddled up into the bed.
You lay beside Max, his arms wrapped around you as you lay your head on his chest. You were tired and wanted to take a small nap. Max wasn't, so he was just holding you while also scrolling on his phone.
As your eyes fluttered shut, you had a smile on your face as you were happy to feel him around you, finding comfort in his warmth again.
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You somehow slept throughout the rest of the day and the entire night. Waking up, the sun was barely up as you slowly rose from the bed.
You looked around tiredly, yawning and rubbing your eyes a bit. Looking down beside you, Max slept soundly.
His arm was still slightly draped around your stomach as he lay on his side facing you. His other arm was under his head, his mouth slightly open as he let out soft breaths.
You smiled as your face warmed at seeing him sleep so peacefully beside you. You leaned down, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead. He let out a small hum before wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you back down and close to him. You giggled as you wrapped your arms around his neck.
Staring at his face, you analyzed every detail again. You hadn't been able to see him like this in months; you had to take it all in before you left again.
His breathing was soft, his shoulders lifting and lowering with every breath, his hair messy from tossing and turning, his shirt wrinkled as it followed the way he lay.
You leaned forward, kissing his nose, then each side of his cheeks, then his forehead, and lastly his lips. It was a gentle peck, as you didn't want to wake him so early in the morning.
Max let out a small hum, his grip on you tightening. You let out a huff of a giggle before you caressed his cheek, admiring him.
His eyes fluttered up, looking immediately at you. You smiled. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."
Max shook his head slightly. "No, it's okay. I'm happy to be woken up by you like this every day." He smiled, leaning in and kissing you.
His voice was low and raspy from just waking up. It sent a shiver down your spine.
The two of you shared an array of sweet kisses, being gentle and light as you held each other under the blankets.
It was early enough that no one else would be awake to walk by and see.
Your hands would sometimes wander to his hair, playing with it or just dragging your fingers along. Or they'd rest on his biceps, feeling his muscles through his shirt, and his muscles sometimes flexing when he would move his hands along your body.
His hands were gentle on you, only holding your waist, neck, or cheek. He didn't want to cross a line or make you uncomfortable, and neither did you.
Your hands both glided across each other, but you both still felt hesitant and awkward at times, worried you'd place your hands somewhere wrong and ruin the soft make-out session.
After what felt like hours and barely a second, the two of you pulled away to breathe. Your cheeks are both red, and your lips are slightly swollen.
You glanced at his lips, seeing them glisten with your shared saliva. Looking back into Max's eyes, you leaned into his neck. Taking in his scent, you placed a soft kiss against his neck before just resting. Not wanting to rush anything or make him uncomfortable.
"Y/n?" Max's voice was hushed and airy. You let out a small hum. "I love you."
You pulled from his neck, your faces only inches from each other, as you looked into his eyes with your widened eyes.
You weren't expecting. You never knew when the time was right. But this felt right.
"I love you too, Max."