She brought it to her lips, hesitated for a moment, then popped it into her mouth. Stronger. The flavor was intense—sweet, spicy, and something else she couldn’t quite place. But it didn’t stay gentle for long. “Yes, I do.”
Her heart pounded in her chest, each beat echoing the growing tension between them. When his fingers brushed the edge of her panties, just grazing the dampness waiting there, a broken sound escaped her throat—half gasp, half plea. But then they pressed harder, more insistent, and Laura’s mind went blank. Tell me everything. “I’ll be back before you know it, Mom,” he’d said, hugging her tight. “Max,” she breathed, her voice trembling, ragged, torn apart by the need coursing through her. Max had been her anchor, her confidant, her reason to keep going. Like every inch of me is… awake.”
Max’s eyes darkened, and he moved closer, his knee brushing against hers.
