The next morning I woke up, feeling better then I have in a very long time. This time I actually felt alive and happy, which I also haven’t been feeling.
I was still lying in Max’s arms, his arms tightly wrapped around me which I was happy about.
I yawned, and I rubbed my eyes, noticing the room we were laying in. It was huge.
I didn’t even notice my surroundings last night because I was too worried about Max.
I slowly moved out of Max’s arms, trying my best not to wake him. I wanted to explore the house. My curiosity was spiked.
Even though I was loving sleeping in his arms, my curiosity was getting the best of me.
I got my old clothes on from last night, and I looked at myself in the mirror, noticing obvious hickeys on most places of my body. My neck, my stomach, my t**s, and
