Homecoming

Chapter 20

I went into the kitchen and instead of the boys who were supposed to study there as I expected, I found Maximilian standing behind the bar. And since I only saw him from head to toe, I hoped he was wearing shorts as usual. He smiled mysteriously, and it immediately flashed through my head that he was standing there completely naked, making one of his disgusting green smoothies, or as he called it.

"Hi," he smiled and continued tossing the spinach into the blender.

My eyes x-rayed him like two spotlights, and I couldn't take my eyes off his developed chest and abdominal muscles. I opened my mouth to say something, but my brain was not yet fully connected to my body. I still felt like my body was working in emergency mode, so I could only do poorly: "Ah."

"Yeah?" he looked at me questioningly, and the corners of his mouth spread wide.

"My God, there are children, too," I exclaimed indignantly. "Are you wearing anything at all? Or do you usually walk around the house naked?"

He rolled his eyes and continued to smile broadly. I had never seen a more beautiful smile than his that spilled over his face. He had wide-open corners of his mouth showing a series of white teeth and narrowed his eyes.

"Did the sight of one naked body throw you off?" he laughed throatly, and his noisy laugh sounded to me like unbelievably delicious music.

"Don't be ridiculous," I swallowed hard, speaking in a shaky voice.

But he was right. The sight of him completely threw me off. Maybe because I haven't been with a man for a long time and I was alone, or because I liked Maximilian, I was just afraid to admit it. There was something about him that attracted me, but it certainly wasn't just the bricks on his stomach.

I would very much like to know for myself how it was possible that I began to feel so natural in his presence. Looking at him had the same calming effect on me as marijuana, which I sometimes pulled at a young age. I mean, I was an addict! It was during the university that my friends and I went to one of the many boarding parties.

I walked carefully past the bar he stood behind, trying hard not to look open at his body. It dawned on me when he noticed that he had low shorts on his shoulders. I really wanted to laugh, because this whole situation seemed completely stupid to me. I was in his villa, totally determined from one point of view of him, and he continued to throw his green ingredients into the blender as if nothing was happening, and he could see how he had to grit his teeth so as not to burst into full throats.

"Just laugh," he whimpered to me.

"I would, too," he said, shrugging. "I'm just afraid you'll scratch my eyes," he snapped with laughter, and I wasn't left behind.

"Oh, you hurt me now," I held my heart. "Where are the boys?" I quickly changed the subject so I could avoid his presence. "She's still asleep," he shrugged.

"Spia?" I immediately turned in his direction. "That is not possible. It's half past nine. "

"I guess you let them take yesterday," he added, releasing the blender so that my words of defense remained in the air.

I sighed in frustration and wondered if it would be better if I stopped behind them later. I didn't want to stay here alone with him. From the moment he stopped drinking, he somehow started to get under my skin. He was kinder to me, more attentive, and I began to enjoy his company more than was appropriate.

I put the jar of muffins on the table and started rolling back into my jacket. Max was still watching me, keeping his eyes on me, which made me even more nervous.

"Kirsten, are you okay?" his voice softened.

"I am," I hurried to answer.

"Are you sure? Because I feel like you're avoiding me. "