Is he really a bad boy? [English]

~Chapter 26~

Loud voices and steps let me start up from my sleep. I opened my eyes and looked automatically on Maxim's watch which was laying on the nightstand. It was in the evening and already dark outside. Maxim was still sleeping peacefully and I was, as the past days too, laying on his chest entangled by his arm. It was actually kind of normal waking up like this.
I looked at his bandaged hand which was laying next to me. He did save my life and wasn't even making a big deal out of it. His palm was torn apart in the middle, there would stay a scar for the rest of his life and he acted like it was the most casual thing ever.
Someone was screaming outside, Max started to move all of sudden and cleared his throat. I looked up to him and he started smirking.
"Hey", he said with his drowsy voice. God, he sounds so sexy.
"Hey"
"Why are they so loud though?", he asked annoyed.
"I think they are preparing the bonfire and the food"
"Ugh", he made and smashed the pillow on his face.
"Should we go downstairs now or later?", I asked him.
"Later. I don't want to help them. We will go downstairs when the food will be ready", his voice was muffled because of the pillow.
"Okay", I said, "put the pillow away"
He listened to me and put it away.
"Better?", he asked and smirked broadly.
"Better.", I said and almost died because of his adorable smile.

"So you really haven't had a girlfriend yet?", I asked him.
"Nope"
"Why?"
"I was never the relationship kinda guy. As hard as it might sounds but I always wanted to get the girls in my bed. Like I had sex with them and then they or I left and it was over. Of course, there were some nice girls and they were into me but I never wanted to be in a relationship with them. Maybe because I liked the fact that they didn't know me. They only knew the guy I pretended to be, you know? None of them saw the real me. I don't know if you know what I mean"
"I know what you mean. I guess", I looked him in the eyes, "and what is the real you?", I asked him.
"This here", he said and made a rambling move with his hand, "this here is the real me. This is how I am. Rare and pure"
He really shows me his real self. I can't even think of the right explanation of how glad I am right now.
I crossed my arms, placed them on top of his chest and put my chin on them. The fact that he was only wearing his black boxers, I tried to ignore.
"Do you think that if you would be in a relationship you would get jealous?"
"Probably", he answered.
"On a scale of 1 to 10, how jealous would you be?", I questioned.
"On a scale of 1 to 10?" I nodded. "Probably something in between 1 and 'I will break your neck if you would look at her'."
I raised my brows and looked at him surprised. "Really?"
"Yeah. Why are you so surprised though?"
"I don't know. Usually, you don't give a shit about anyone but yourself".
He sat up and looked deep into my eyes. "That's true. But if I really care about someone then it's different. I'd probably never admit it but I would be for sure.", he smiled a little. "What about you? Are you jealous?", he asked me.
"Definitely. I'm really jealous actually. I always was.", I answered his question and hoped I didn't scare him with it.
"I was about to say I couldn't even imagine you freaking out but when we first met you weren't showing your best side though", he said and smiled.
"It was all your fault"
"My fault? You lost it because I was sitting at your table. A little excessive, don't you think?"
"You were an idiot. That's why", I clarified it.
"I was an idiot? Was or still am?", he raised his brow amused and looked at me expecting.
I pretended as if I was thinking about it and then said: "You were. Now you are fine"
"Fine? Just fine?", he grabbed his chest indignantly.
"Yeah you are nice passable ", I kept teasing him.
"Okay. Come to me", he said. I raised my head and came closer to him. He smirked and kissed me gently. I closed my eyes and enjoyed every second of it.
When he broke up the kiss and he looked at me, I repeated my words again: "It was passable", I knew that it was annoying him, that's why I was enjoying teasing him and how he was trying to prove it otherwise even though we both knew that it was more than passable.
He kissed me again. This time it was even more intense and passionate than before.
"If you are going to say that it was passable again I will lose it I swear.", he laughed and as an answer kissed him again and smiled.

"Let us go downstairs. I'm hungry", I said.
"Yeah me too. But first", he said, "I have to put some clothes on"

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