Could It Be Us? | Maxley

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CHAPTER 6

Bradley

It was weird kissing him. I mean, with all those piercings you'd think it'd be bad, except it was the exact opposite. The moment I let my lips attach to his, they were glued to him. I wanted to keep kissing him. I rubbed his thigh, letting myself hear the groan that escaped his lips.

"Bradley," he whispered quickly. I kissed him again. "Fuck," he muttered. This time, he reacted. He kissed back.

He threaded his fingers through my hair and grabbed it harder when I wasn't going deep enough for him. I crawled over his lap and sat down. When I opened my eyes, it was something I'd never seen before. I was looking down at him, and he was looking up at me. Truly, the words to describe this weren't good enough. I kissed him again.

I held my hands on his neck, deepening our kiss. He'd stop for air, breathing heavily on my neck. He'd kiss my neck, my jaw, and he'd find himself back to my lips. It was attractive. I was feeling hot, like all my clothes were burning me. Take them off, I pleaded to him in my mind.

"Darling," he breathed. He looked deeply at me. I looked away, suddenly all of this felt so embarrassing. I was on top of Max Goof. "We need to stop, Bradley," he said quickly. There were a sure panic in his eyes. 

"What?" I crawled off of him. "What do you mean we need to stop? You don't want this?" I thought for a moment: Does Max Goof hate me and I read all the signs wrong? I could see why he would, I wasn't the best person alive. I felt stupid for the moment he stayed silent. 

"Fuck, Bradley." He kissed my jaw softly. "I want to kiss you, I do. But, I don't think I should. Let's give it twenty four hours. If we're both up for it, we can give it another go, okay?" I shouldn't have, but I kissed him again. Damn what he'd just said.

I had thought deeply about it already. For too long, if I was being honest. I knew all that I could lose by doing this, and none of that scared me as badly as it should have, well, there was one thing. "I'll wait, as you said, but I know what I want. Find out what you want. I'll be at the Gamma house tomorrow."

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There was something so sickening about waiting for something you aren't sure is coming. With the gross ideas in your head come the fantasies you hope to see come alive. I had hoped Max would come by the Gamma house. I hoped we'd kiss again, continue what we'd started. I hoped he'd enjoyed our initial kiss, because I had. I really fucking liked it, actually. I hated to admit it, but I wouldn't have minded spending many more days like this one. 

"What's got you all stressed," Tank had joked later that evening. I was too in my head to answer him. "Are you okay, baby?" 

"Fine." Tank had shrugged, assuming that I was just being dramatic. I might have been, but in that moment, everything was riding on whether or not Max Goof liked me enough to continue whatever it was that we had.

Sure, there wasn't a word for it yet. Friends with benefits?  Were we even friends in that moment?