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Max Verstappen [115]

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[115]- "We could always make a one-night stand a two-night stand."
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"Let's go and dance." You suggest your friends and without hesitating for a bit your group heads to the dancefloor. Being in the Club for some time now made you tipsy, but you are not fully drunk. Just feel a bit of cloudiness in your head, but this is something you can easily deal with. Since you currently have a break from the university you and your friend get wasted on several occasions, dance through the whole night and hook up with different strangers.

Just like on the other evenings it doesn't take long for hands to be placed on your hips and someone dancing close to you. You take a whiff of his cologne which does smell familiar, but you don't think further about it until you hear a raspy voice close by your ear.

"Is it destiny that we see each other again?" The hair on your body stands up when you realise who the man behind you is. You hooked up with Max just last week and you still remember that he was one of the best you ever shared your bed with. Turning around in his embrace while his hands still hold onto your hips, letting them swing with the rhythm of the music.

"Seems more like we can't get rid of each other." You giggle at him, and he gives you a smirk, understanding that you don't mean this as something bad. He pulls you a little bit closer and you wrap your arms around his neck, continuing to dance with him, already feeling comfortable around him again.

"Want a drink?" Max asks you after some time of dancing and since you would never turn down a free drink you nod to confirm his question.

"Well, if you are good at remembering things you should be able to get me one." You give him a wink, reminding him that he has bought you some drinks last week and maybe he does remember what he got you back then. "I'll be right back," Max promises and before you can react, he has pressed a kiss onto your cheek and disappeared into the crowd.

Your friends wave at you from the side of the dancefloor, all seeming giggly about the fact that you have met the boy from last week again and that you are willing to give him another shot. Rolling your eyes at them you turn around and face Max who already returned with your drink and one for himself as well.

"Thank you." You thank him happily and take a sip from your favourite drink. Together you walk to the side of the dancefloor because it is impractical to have a drink in your hand while others dance around you.

When your drink is just halfway empty Max takes it out of your hand, making you protest a little bit. But before you can say anything else he cups your cheeks and pulls you into a sweet kiss. Lips just brush over each other but you quickly place your hand on his neck to deepen it.

His tongue pushes through your lips without hesitating, leading to a soft moan leaving your lips. Your body feels electrified, and you are glad that you can lean your back against the wall behind you. Max's kiss makes your knees feel weak and you are sure you will hook up again tonight.