บท 49: Promises, promises

Maxwell froze, the tumbler half raised to his mouth. His eyes were wide, and he was staring at Andrew, stunned. Andrew, however, had gotten a second wind. 

"That's a great idea! We can put it against the wall, near the headboard! That way we can always make eye contact!" Andrew took a big sip from his tumbler, a happy grin on his face. Maxwell was still a bit shocked. "Oh, I can't believe I came up with that idea." He chuckled to himself, before slowly realising that Maxwell hadn't said anything. "Max? Is it okay?" He asked, growing more hesitant by the minute. 

Maxwell eventually regained himself, clearing his throat with his ears bright pink. 

"Um, well, I just never considered the idea. Before we went for a full installation, could we try a small one?" Andrew's grin grew a little devious, and Maxwell had to swallow.