"I wanted him to touch me; run his hands between my thighs as he kissed the t—"
"Okay, that's enough," I said making to snatch my journal from Maxwell's grip as he started to laugh. My face was beet red with embarrassment, and it didn't help that he kept pestering me with his laughter as I closed the journal shut.
"Stop," I groaned, tossing the book under my bed before covering my burning cheeks with the palms of my hand. I might just die of embarrassment. I thought to myself, hoping the ground would just open and swallow me.
"What? I think it's cute," I heard Maxwell's voice say as he pulled me into a side hug. I removed my hands from my face, but I still refused to look him in the eye. Of all the things he could have done, he wanted to read my journal out loud to make me bothered.
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