Maxwell's touch feels different.
Different from Tanner's.
It feels soft.
It feels warm.
It feels like home.
"Max, faster."
His thrusts heat her body.
He moves with fervor.
With force.
He lets out repressed grunts.
"Layla."
"Yes?"
"I'm cumming."
"Okay."
"I love you."
"I'm sorry."
Maxwell finishes and collapses on Layla's body.
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Unrequited
Short Story"If there was such a thing as love, he thought. She was love." __________ A short, fucked up, unrequited love story between Maxwell and Layla.
