But our moment was soon ruined by someone.
"What is happening over here?" someone suddenly shouted, making me freeze in fright and Max.... Well, Max being Max wasn't expecting this and knocked against my back.
"Ouff” I groaned and stumbled on my own feet.
"Shoot!" Max panicked and wounded his right arm around my waist from behind to hold me still. He quickly pulled me against his front, my back to him. Hell!
We were too close.
His hot breath was fanning on the back of my neck while he held me close to his chest. I could almost feel his heartbeats and his rapid breathing. Hell! This guy will be the death of me. I closed my eyes to control my own heart and breath.
I swear that I don't know what happens to me whenever Max is near me. It's as if I ran a marathon when this idiot is around me. It's been always like that. I mean like really! Why does it feel so? Is this how lovers feel?