Sixteen
Freya turned at the click of Max’s apartment door closing behind her. He’d already spent the elevator ride up undoing buttons down the back of her dress, and now, the crimson polka dot material hit the carpet with a light thud.
Between Max devouring her lips and tugging away at the silk scarf she used as a head band, she laughed at her incoming weak joke. “I can’t believe they cut off your electricity already. It’s so dark in here, how am I supposed to fulfill my promise to check out your decor?”
“Shush, you.” His tongue lashed hers, and she tried not to moan as he spoke again. “Things aren’t that bad yet, but I can switch on the lights if that’s what you’re into.”
She cupped his face and kissed him back, shaking her head.
Truth be told, she’d half forgotten how good he was at
