Falling For Him.

Chapter Twenty-One

I woke up to the sound of Max yawning, his arm pulling itself from behind my head, making me lean forward. Hesitantly, I blinked open my eyes, beams of light entering my vision, momentarily blinding me as sunlight shone through the slits in the curtains.

Clattering silverware and crumbs fell to the floor as I adjusted myself, shooting my head down to see the mess I had just made. Chocolate cake crumbs and forks lay in between me and Max and some even on the floor, making Max sigh loudly as he leaned on his knees.

"R/N I'm so tired." Max moaned, jokingly nudging me. Irritation flooded in me as I glanced at him, rolling my eyes and standing up. Stretching my aching muscles, I yawn loudly, feeling light headed as I leaned over to pick up the bowls and forks. Max yawned and stretching in his seat before standing and helping me. I force a small smile which Max appeared not to notice as he rubbed his eyes with his wrist and proceeded to drop the bowls and forks into the sink with a loud bang.

"R/N I'm gonna to back to my apartment and sleep..." Max hesitantly yawned out, stretching again. His jumper lifted slightly as he did so and the hairs leading down from his stomach were visible. Unrelated, I picked my dry lips and shot him a worried glance.

"Why don't you just stay here and nap? I'll join ya." I winked, laughing as I stepped closer to him. Max forced a huge smile before reaching out and pulling me forwards, slamming our bodies together. He looked me in the eyes and I grew weak at the knees, his scent strong and vibrant. Roughly he pulled my head closer and kissed me on the lips, his tongue sliding along my bottom lip. I moaned softly before letting his grip contain me, his strong arms wrapping around me as he slowly edged his tongued between my lips, forcing them to open.

Carefully Max walked us towards the bedroom, my arms entangled around his neck as he gently forced me backwards, making sure I kept my balance as he did so. Roughly I rubbed my tongue against his, trying to deepen the kiss as we slowly made our way to my bedroom, nearly tripping over eachother along the way. The bedroom door swung open and hit the cabinet behind it, causing a crashing sound. I ignored it and pulled Max towards the bed, not breaking the kiss.

I sat down on the edge of the bed and let Max lean down, pushing me back into a laying position. I felt his hands rub over my body as he broke the kiss, slowly dropping to his knees. His hands kept me laying down momentarily as he nipped along the hair of my stomach before gripping my boxers in his teeth, looking up at me and smiling wildly.

Just then, there was a loud knocking at my door, a banging. Startled, Max fell back onto his arse and looked out towards the hallway before turning to me, holding his heart. Fear struck me for a second before I got my bearings, standing, I helped Max to his feet before storming into the living room and the source of the knocking.

"Open up! Max I know you're... in there! Open the damn door!" A familiar voice yelled out, making me even angrier. Max grabbed me before I answered the door and shook his head, confusion striking me.

"Let me." Max said in a strange, calm tone. Slowly, Max made his way towards the door, glancing back at me every few seconds before sighing loudly. His hand gripped the door handle and he wrenched it open to find a drunken Tim. "What?" Max said looking down in a fit of rage, his fists clenching.

"Max!" Tim said happily before quickly stumbling up to him, throwing his arms around him and pushing his lips to his. Tim dropped the bottle that was in his left hand and pushed Max against the wall, shoving his right hand down Max's boxers.

"Ugh-" Max struggled to say as he attempted to push Tim away. Tim resisted and pushed himself on Max more, making Max stumble and crash to the ground with Tim atop him.

"Tim!" I yelled, running over and kicking him in the side. Tim went barrelling across the room before meeting the door he'd just entered, sending it to close. Max coughed and spat beer and Tim from his mouth, adjusting his boxers before glancing at me and then to Tim, who was trying to balance himself. "Get the fuck outa my house!" I rampaged towards him, my fists ready and my entire body clenching.