Not that innocent

Chapter 7 - Knock, Knock

Sarah and Sebastian had just arrived at the hotel, their steps heavy with exhaustion from a night of dancing and laughter at the club. Seb had indulged a bit too much in the festivities, leaving Sarah to take on the role of the responsible one. She guided Sebastian to his hotel room, propping him up as he fumbled for his keycard and mumbled drunkenly about needing to wake up early. In his room, Sarah managed to get him settled in bed and set an alarm on his phone, making sure he wouldn't sleep through it. Satisfied that he was safe and sound, she quietly left his room, hoping he would sleep off his intoxication.

As she entered the dimly lit hallway and headed toward her own room, her phone buzzed with an incoming message. She pulled it out to find a message from Max,"Please don't tell me you're still in the club!" Confused, Sarah quickly replied, "No, why?"
Almost instantly, Max's reply came through, "Because I'm standing outside your room, and you're not opening the door..."

Sarah's heart skipped a beat as she read those words. She turned around the corner, to her surprise, Max was standing there with his phone in his hand.
With a shy grin, Sarah asked Max as he turned towards her, "Do you already miss me?" Max, still slightly flustered, replied, "You can't expect me to just let you go after our... I mean, summer break is coming up, and that means we won't see each other for three weeks."
Sarah playfully raised an eyebrow and handed Max her room key card, "Well, I suppose you have a point."

As they entered the hotel room, Max couldn't resist Sarah's inviting bed. He plopped down on it and picked up the hotel room phone to place an order for some snacks. Sarah, with a touch of sarcasm in her voice, remarked, "Well, go ahead, make yourself at home."

Max responded with a mischievous grin,
"Oh, I plan," and made himself comfortable on the bed and as Sarah casually walked past the bed, Max reached out, firmly grabbing her arm and tugging her toward him and into the bed. Sarah let out a playful laugh,
"Wait, wait, let me change first."

She gently freed herself from him and headed into the bathroom. After a short while, she came back, With a flirtatious smile,
"Could you please help me unzip my dress?"
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Max, who was clearly enjoying every moment of this encounter, eagerly agreed. "I'd do anything for you."
His fingers found the zipper of Sarah's dress, and with slow, deliberate movements, he lowered it, tracing the curve of her spine with his fingertips.

As Sarah disappeared into the bathroom again and closed the door behind her, the sound of the shower filled the room. Max found it increasingly difficult to focus on anything else. His imagination ran wild. He couldn't help but visualize the scene playing out behind that closed door. The image of Sarah under the running water, the steam curling around her, and the droplets glistening on her skin, the way her hair would cling to her body, and the steam-filled room concealing her teasing silhouette.