Slowly Max straightened his torso to avoid the desirable body beneath him.
He was unconscious and not aroused when he brought Chleo to his bed because his mind was too focused on the girl's safety.
But now, when Chleo was alluding to sex, willy-nilly, he began to feel aroused to feel two soft mounds clinging to his chest.
Max decided to stay away before he could get out of control, but Chleo didn't help him by tightening her grip on his neck. It made both of their bodies stick together perfectly.
"You can't dodge me. Don't you believe me now? Don't you already feel sure that I love you? You can't go." protested Chleo as she frowned in displeasure.
'Chleo, that's not the problem.' Max felt like he was walking on the thin ice, while beneath it was a blazing fire ready to devour him if he wasn't careful.
Max cleared his throat awkwardly several times to calm his desire that began to burn in a tiny spark.
