Max's POV
After tucking away the photo of my Chloe in slumber, I decided to steal one last glance at her before getting dressed. Her shoulders moved rhythmically up and down slowly as her lungs were still filled with sleep, her tall, slender figure was curled in a ball, which was adorable beyond explanation, but my favorite thing about that moment as I was stealing a selfish glance, was the fact that she was wearing my hoodie. I felt my face grow hot with unnecessary blush as I wondered if she hadn't mistaken it for her own piece of clothing after all. Perhaps she knew it was mine all along and felt that my scent would be the most comforting thing in the universe at that moment. I pressed my hands against my cheeks as I shook my head. No way, Max. Why would something like that ever even cross her mind? Especially in the middle of the night. It's just a dumb hoodie anyway. Besides, we're best friends so of course she knew I wouldn't care if she wore it.
Exactly. Best friends. But that was all we were... and in that miniscule moment I wished that we were so much more than that... This is when I realized that I longed for Chloe Price. My Chloe Price and no one else's.
Subtle rustling to my left caught my attention and shook me out of my trance. "Maaaax, it's like the middle of the night! How are you already awake?" Chloe inquired groggily. A smile spread across my face since that was exactly the type of thing I was expecting to slip out of her mouth. "Well, sleeping beauty, as a matter of fact it's exactly 9:47 a.m." I replied. "Exactly! Middle of the fucking night!" I shook my head, feeling rather amused and sat down next to her on the bed. Silly girl.
Chloe stretched beside me and yawned. "Dude. You weren't like watching me sleep or anything, right? Because I definitely do not need my Max turning into the next Freddy Krueger or some shit like that." She laughed at her own remark. It was a sound like no other. Whimsical and enchanting in its own subtle way. My face grew hot again and I looked down at my hands that were folded in my lap and shrugged. "I dunno, murder might be a fun hobby," I said. She threw a pillow at my head and laughed again. "You'd murder your best friend? Wow, what a nice person you are." I threw a pillow back at her. "Nice was never in the job description," I replied while smiling like the dweeb I am. Chloe rolled her eyes and smirked. I swore I saw a light blush spread across her cheeks, but then again it could have just been the lighting in the room that made her perfect face look that way. I decided not to think any more of it for the time being. "Well, I say we should roll our asses out of here and head somewhere worth being," Chloe said, breaking my trance once more. I nodded in agreement and then got up to search for some clothes to wear. Just as the subject of clothing popped into my head, I remembered that my hoodie still clung to Chloe's shoulders. I crossed my arms and turned to face her, smirking. "Whatcha got there, champ?" I said, addressing my hoodie. Chloe caught on quickly. Too quickly. Her face turned a deep shade of red as she looked down at what she was wearing. Underwear, a tight tank top and my gray hoodie. "I got cold, okay? Here." She shrugged it off and tossed it to me. "Now hurry up, I wanna leave this dump and head to the real thing."
Chloe Price. The most glorious being to ever exist...
