Chapter 14: Comfort

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A/N: Sorry for not updating sooner! Wattpad was doing server updates, but here it is! The newest chapter! I'm thinking of making the story 30 or so chapters long, comment below and tell me your opinion!

Maxwell:

Max stood at the doorway as he watched Zoey scrub the floor. Her face was stained in tears, but most of the blood was gone. He sat down next to her and took his jacket off, wrapping her in it. She reached up and kissed him, her tounge furiously driving against his and before he knew what was happening, he was ontop of her.

His hands ran down her sides, stopping at her waist then moving back up slowly, taking enough time to cup her breasts softly.

Zoey moaned into his mouth and ran her hand down his stomach and then below his belt, groping him softly, "Please," she pleaded, "I want it..."

Max bit his lip, knowing he'd regret this decision the rest of his life, but he pulled away and leaned against the wall. Zoey laid on the floor, confused on what she'd done or said wrong.

"I can't take advantage of you...not when you're so grief stricken," Max mumbled. 

"Thanks for that, I guess," Zoey said, sitting beside him and leaning her head on his shoulder. He had to shift slightly to hide just how excited Zoey had gotten him and that made him grimace. 

"I'm sorry I like attacked you," Zoey said quietly.

"Had you done it any other time, I probably would've stolen your innocence," Max said, smirking slightly.

"Who would do this?" She asked, gesturing around the room.

"Not sure, but who ever did, they'll pay," Max said, his eyes getting dark, "If I have to see to it myself."

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