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“you’re sure about this?” his voice echoed through the dark room, holding your hand like he was ready to back down if you said no. but he wasn’t, really. max was on the verge of just going for it, but he couldn’t without your proper consent first. it was kinda funny to you how he was so careful about the whole situation, knowing that you were only gonna kiss. but at the same time, you understood how he wanted to make this special. you know how his previous relationships turned out because of shitty experiences, so you couldn’t really laugh at his face.
“yeah,” you nodded, your hand resting on the side of his face, fingers gently caressing his jaw. “i am. go for it.” and that made him release a deep breath he didn’t realise he was holding in. god, his heart was beating so fast. why the fuck was he nervous about this whole thing? he’s 20. he’s kissed people before. he can do this.
max took a moment to just, stare into your eyes. your beautiful, gorgeous eyes. the way he looked at you, like you were some kind of art piece he wanted to admire forever was just one of a kind. and then he just let himself have the privilege, the honor to touch you. to feel you, feel your hair threading through his fingers and gently, just lightly swipe his thumb across your lips. his other hand just stayed there on your back, barely moving like he wasn’t allowed to. like he wanted to study your body before diving into you. he was ready. you were, too.
his lips were on yours now. you didn’t even notice when he leaned in, pressing the softest kiss you had ever felt in your entire life. it was a small brush of mouths against the other, testing for a brief minute before getting embarrassed of himself—of how damn gentle he was with it—and actually gave you a proper kiss. a real one.
you were addicted to it. to the feeling of him, his warm body, how he kissed you like he cherished every single second of this. kissed you like he needed it, needed you. his hands made sure to map out your entire figure, tugging you closer more and more until you were practically pressed up against each other, his back hitting the wall beside his bed. you had to pull away at some point, though. and it felt like heartbreak—then you saw his face again. so pink, so smiley and deeply in… love? yeah, love. that’s what this is.
“hey, gorgeous.” max spoke quietly, immediately laughing at himself for his own comment, how it kinda sounded awkward. but you could see just how happy he was about this whole thing. and to think he was nervous. you smiled back, kissing the corner of his lips to murmur against his mouth. “hi, cutie.” you could feel how his smile grew wider.
you ended up kissing again. and again, and again, even making out to some point. minutes would go by in a blur, feeling like hours as if his kisses enchanted you into forgetting about everything else—letting it all go and keep seeking his affection. to feel his bare skin under your fingertips, tracing soft circles of love and giving him the permission to explore you as well. this was more intimate than anything you’ve ever done. because it was max. you felt light, appreciated by him in so many ways.
he loved you, you loved him. the tension was gone, and something bigger was found between you two. max was by your side, and he will be in the future from now on too.
you couldn’t wait to get more kisses from this guy over and over again.