Max's POV:
She said yes. She finally said yes!
"You guys should just give up. That yacht is mine. One thing I know for sure—Elly won't be going anywhere else once she's had a taste of me," I bragged, leaning back on the bench. "Jay… better start polishing those pretty keys to that sweet baby of yours."
"Yo, Max!" Dylan butted in, rolling his eyes. "You haven't even bought that stupid motorbike yet, and you're already celebrating like you've won the lottery. Plus, she's never once responded to your 'suggestive' glances. How sure are you she's gonna strip naked for you on the first date?"
"C'mon, man, you know the ladies love me," I shot back confidently, smirking. "And the bike ain't stupid. For your information, I already have someone working on getting me one."
