ANOTHER THING that surprised me was how much Max loved to laugh. When we were alone together, he became an easy-going guy who liked to tease and joke around. Yes, I loved the s*x. It was hot and intense, and hands down the best s*x of my life, but I loved the after s*x too. We did stupid things, goofy things. Like when Max put on my t-shirt, which was more of a tiny midriff on him, and we had a Britney Spears dance off. He won, by the way, because I laughed so hard, I couldn’t even dance.
I DIDN’T EVEN MIND his pensive side. The quiet side, when he disappeared into his head, shutting everyone, including me, out. I’d snuggle up to him, and he’d let me. He’d wrap his arm around me. He rarely shared what troubled him, but I knew when he rolled over, sighed and buried his face into my neck, t
