"Fuck, baby, you never told me about this," Max murmured, giving Ian's hair another yank, making him moan and toss his head back, hips grinding down on Max's.
❝Maybe I'm right; we're not meant for each other but I don't want to live with the fucking regret of what we could have been either.❞
Or, a story where Max is a mess and Ian is there to hold him together.
Ian is visiting Max, in Australia
He's also been acting more like a cunt lately, getting mad over anything.
Resulting in Max trying to calm him down for theses pass 2 weeks.
Anything thing could happen during Ian stay.