What You Do To Me

Chapter 27: Maxwell's POV

"Max wake up." I hear someone murmur. I feel a hand brush hair off my forehead and slowly open my eyes.

They meet a pair of midnight blue irises.

"Casey." I breathe and he smiles softly.

"Good morning luv." He says and plants a light kiss on my forehead and then one on my lips. He's wearing slightly baggy sweatpants and no shirt. Even first thing in the morning, Casey looks perfect.

"Y-you spent the night?" I ask and he nods.

"You asked me to." He says.

"Did I drink?" I ask him and he shakes his head. "I-I'm having a hard time remembering last night."

"You didn't drink, I'm sure you're just tired." Casey says and sits at my feet. I pull my knees to my chest and sit up with a yawn.

"I am tired." I state and he smiles.

"Couldn't tell." He says. "But come on, you have to get dressed."

"Wh-why? Where are we going?" I ask him with a confused frown. I don't want to leave; I want to stay in this bed with Casey forever.

"More like where are you going." He corrects and my frown deepens. He's not even coming with me? Aw...

"You have suit shopping with Adrian in an hour and a half." He says and my eyes widen. "He texted while you were asleep, I hope you don't mind." He says and pulls my phone out of his sweatpants pocket.

"N-no. I don't mind." I stammer, trying to tear my eyes away from his abs and to my phone.

"Max." He says softly, and I shiver hearing my name come out of his mouth. "It's impolite to stare."

My gaze jumps to his, but I'm distracted by his lips as he struggles to hide a smirk.

"S-sorry." I mumble, not at all sorry.

"Come on, let's get clothes on you." He says and I hear sadness in his tone. I smile at it as I slowly rise out of bed, giving him the full view.

I'm wearing boxers, but I still hear him suck in a breath.

"Casey." I say, replicating his accent. "It's impolite to stare."

He smacks my ass. Not hard, but not lightly.

I whimper in pleasure and turn to face him.

He smirks.

"Going to have to remember you like spanking." He says and I blush.

"Shut up." I order as I walk to my dressers.

I select a new pair of boxers as last night's events start to come back to me.

After my breakdown, Casey and I had come back upstairs for dinner. I sat in relative silence, with Casey's hand never leaving mine, and listened to my friends have a good time.

After dinner we rented several movies, but ended up talking through them, much to Kimberly's and Brooke's annoyance.

And I showered last night. With Casey.

Well not with Casey, but he waited just outside of the glass box.

I pull my boxers off, turned away from Casey, and hear his lips part.

"Max. Don't try it." He orders.

"Hmm?" I ask innocently. "Try what Casey?"

"Max." Casey growls and I feel his hand slip around my waist and pull me into him. I can feel him getting hard through his sweatpants and I smile.