YOU 1 [Charli D'Amelio]

Chapter 37.

Max climbs off the bed and walks over to the dresser. She opens the top drawer and grabs a pair of blue and white plaid boxers and holds them up in the air with a disgusted look on her face.

"What?" I ask and prop my head up on my elbow and look at her.

"These are hideous." She says and I laugh.

My earlier question about whether or not there were clothes in the dresser is now answered.  Liam's mother or Max's father must have purchased all the clothes in the room for Max. It is sad really, that they would buy clothes and fill the dresser in hopes that Max would come around sometime.

"They aren't so bad." I tell her and she rolls her eyes. I doubt anything will look as good as Max's usual black boxer briefs but then again cant imagine anything looking bad on Max.

"Well beggars can't be choosers, so I guess I will be back in a minute." She says and walks out of the room only wearing her wet boxers.

Oh god, what if Liam sees her? I will be humiliated. I need to find Liam the first thing in the morning to explain the turn of events. What am I going to say though? "It's not what it looked like, we were just talking and then I agreed to stay the night and somehow ended up in my panties and a t-shirt and gave her the closest thing to a hand job that I know of?" That sounds terrible. I will think of something in the morning. I lay my head onto the pillows and stare at the ceiling.

I consider getting up and checking my phone while Max is in the bathroom but I decide against it. The last thing I need is to read texts from my Chase right now. He is probably panicking but honestly, as long as he doesn't tell my mom, I don't care as much as I should. If I am completely honest with myself, I haven't felt the same about Chase since I kissed Max for the first time.

I know I love Chase, I have always loved Chase but I am beginning to question whether I really love him as a boyfriend and someone I could spend my life with or if I love him because he has always been such a stable person in my life. He is always there for me and on paper we are perfect for each other, but I can't ignore the way I feel when I am with Max. I have never had these types of feelings before. Not just sexually, the way she gives me butterflies just by looking at me, the way I find myself desperately wanting to see her even when I am fuming mad at her, and mostly the way that she always invades my thoughts even when I try to convince myself that I hate her.

Max has gotten under my skin no matter how hard I try to deny it. I am in her bed, she may never have never slept here before, but I am here with her instead of with Chase. On cue, the door opens and I am snapped from my thoughts. I look up and see Max in the clean plaid boxers and giggle. They are a little too big and they are much longer than her briefs but they still look great.

"I like them" I smile and she glares at me before turning out the light and switching on the television. She climbs back onto the bed and lays closer to me than I expected, well I never know what to expect from her.

"So what were you going to tell me?" She asks and I cringe, I was hoping she wouldn't bring it up once she got back from cleaning herself off.

"Don't be shy now, you've just made me come in my boxers" she says and pulls me closer to her. I bury my head in the pillow and she laughs.

I pull my head up and Max tucks my hair behind my ear before giving me a soft kiss on my lips. It's the first time she has kissed me that way and yet it felt more intimate than when we kiss with tongue. She lays her head back on the pillow and changes the channel on the remote. I want her to hold me until I fall asleep but I get the feeling Max is not a cuddling type of guy. "I want to be good for you, Charli" Max's words from earlier tonight play in my head and I wonder if she meant them or if she was just really drunk.