When Andrew pulled into their driveway about 40 minutes later, Andrew's grip on the wheel had turned his knuckles white. He'd been anxious the whole way driving home, hoping that Maxwell was okay and that nothing had gone wrong. Maxwell was carefree about the whole thing.
When they pulled into the garage, and after the doors had closed, Maxwell flung open his door after taking off his seatbelt and held his arms out to Andrew. Andrew frowned, but didn't avoid the man. He felt he had to take 100% of the fault here.
Maxwell needed help getting back into the house once they had arrived. His legs were not working the way he wanted them to, and Andrew couldn't blame him. After all, Andrew had prevented him from moving the last round, and he'd had a hard time getting into his seat after.
Andrew kind of felt like a piece of shit, but it was Maxwell who was all giggles and smiles after their hot sexcapades in the car. In fact, he looked refreshed, happy, and glowing.
