"How are you doing?" Maxwell asked, and Andrew puffed air out from his mouth, exhausted and it wasn't even mid afternoon yet.
"How does it look like?" He asked, a little tartly, and Maxwell chuckled, pushing himself off of the wall to approach him.
"Like someone is upset with me. I can't imagine why." Andrew turned his face away from the approaching Maxwell, who only laughed louder at his actions. Andrew felt Maxwell's hand on his chest, and he flinched. "Was I supposed to lie to the good Doctor? The one who only wants this information to help you? Hmm?" Maxwell asked softly, sweetly, and Andrew didn't know how to respond. Maxwell applied more pressure to Andrew's chest, sliding his hand up until it rested over Andrew's nipple, and he swallowed. "Especially when I find you two alone in the bedroom surrounded by items used during sex? And I know you two have a history?" Andrew did look at Maxwell when he said that.
