Hello there!, so i naturally don't like writing both POVs in a single chapter, but one this fit nicely, so........you're welcome. Steamy!. Again, you're welcome!. Love, Bee.
*Edited Breanna's POV Weeks later Drives with Professor Caines were awkward at first, with tension filled car, and forced conversations, but slowly, things became more relaxed and they actually became less strangers ad more friendly. After her shift at work, he was waiting to take her home, after classes, he was also there to take her home or to work. She didn't miss not having her car, but it also made her worry that she was being too dependent on him, what happened on a day he couldn't pick her up?. The football game gave them something to bond over, and having grown up with boys and no friends, she watched a lot of ESPN and was very familiar with a lot of sports. Forced conversations, became discussions of different sports, from football, soccer, basketball, baseball, cricket and even boxing. And when they weren't talking about sports, there was music. Jack owned every old time band record there was, rock, pop, R&Bs, country and turns out, he loved old school music. He in
*Edited Maxwell's POV After his sweet nightmare, Maxwell decided to talk to someone, that was not his therapist who was already probably planning a wedding for them. The first person that came to mind was Steve, he had known the man for a while and Steve never sugar coat things, so he called him out for a few drinks. Steve arrived to the bar a minute after he did, sitting at the very back, in what seemed to be a tacky VIP section. Since his drastic lifestyle change, Max didn't really like going out to clubs or bars, he liked to stay far, far away from alcohol as possible, so this was a rarity for him, but he needed to talk to Steve, away from work. Alcohol started when he was still a boxer, he would 'threat' himself as he often called it after every win and throw a party with those he used to consider friends and squander a lot of money, drinking themselves to stupor. Then some how, a little coke came, at those parties, before he threw himself back into training for another big
*Edited Breanna's POV She was about to ask how he found the place, but she was silence by a drop of water on her cheek. Wiping off the water with one finger, she looked up into the sky as more drops followed. She turned to find him already looking at her and without a word, they scampered to their feet. The rain seemed to be faster, falling in hard drops, Breanna let out a yelp, covering her head with her arms as he grabbed the lantern. Thankful for leaving her shoes on, she ran ahead of him with a shriek, it wasn't hard to find her way back since there was only one path that led there, but she did stumble on some stones and pebbles. Thunder clapped in the skies, lighting her path, but it came at a cost as the rain poured, before they made it back to the car they were drenched. "Ah." She screamed at the loud thunder that followed, almost jumping from her skin. He started the car before he was even seated and made an illegal drift, speeding off. "Oh, my goodness!." She shifted
*Edited Breanna's POV "I would have offered my special, Avocado toast," He began with a lopsided smile. "But I'm out of Avocados," He paused and bit his lip. "And bread." Breanna laughed. "So what do you have?." He walked to the kitchen as if unsure himself. She followed with a slight bounce in her steps. "Microwave pop-corn, eggs, ready-made cookie dough, oranges and Broccoli." He listed off. Breanna frowned again at the odd combination of food. "Pop-corn?." "Cookies and pop-corn." She mused watching him walk away. She began with the cookies, all they needed were a little bit of flour and toppings, they were already cut out. She had just figured the oven out when a phone suddenly rang. She immediately reached for it, thinking it was hers, when she remembered, hers was on the couch. They had the same ring tone. He appeared a second later and she froze. "I have the same ring tone." She managed to blurt, immediately the heavy pads of his feet reached her ears, but the next wo
*Edited Breanna's POV The ride to her house was silent. The air so tense, a knife could cut through it. Breanna wasn't sure what happened. She woke up in the bed of his guest room again, despite having no recollection of going there. Once again looking like a wild lion having slept in wet hair. Last she remembered was the kiss they shared that left her lips swollen. Not expecting the cold shudder he gave her the next morning, but didn't comment on it. He was a man of few words after all. After a quick murmur of greetings, she got dressed in her previously wet clothes, which was now clean and dry. She assumed he washed and dried them overnight. He was a early riser, didn't mean he enjoyed it by the frown etched to his face, but his body was conditioned to be awake, unlike her. She didn't know what was going on in his head at the sudden behavior directly contrasting how his hands roamed her body. And his face wasn't saying much either, but one thing was clear. If she couldn't r
*Edited This chapter contains strong reference through out. ******************* Maxwell's POV He was rock hard when he woke up again, after another eight hours of sweet torture. He couldn't even wish it to be real, as much as he would enjoy, he couldn't. Even after his run, he still had a tent. After a teeth shattering cold shower, he dragged himself to the school campus, angrier than usual, one word away from screaming at any annoying kid that came close to him. His eyes betrayed him, sweeping over the entire hall quickly, even though he had promised himself he wouldn't. She was at the very back of the class, with a dark brown hat. Two excruciating hours later, he announced the end of semester group presentations, he passed a clip board around for their names and they found their groups. His eyes found again Breanna as she listened to what the Asian guy in her group was saying. She seemed bored, as usual, like she wanted to be anywhere but. It would be a blatant lie if he sa
*Edited Breanna's POV Another week passed slowly, Breanna finally learnt to schedule the bus to go home from work, things were becoming normal-ish. No word from the hospital still, and Mcgrouchy-face was still ignoring her. She decided to forget anything every happened and face her studies. But who was she kidding, her nightmares had gotten worse, her landlady threw eggs at her the other day, she felt her own health deteriorate with no way to help it. Dr. Robinson must have seen it too, she kept checking up on her, more than usual. Lunch break came, Breanna decided for a sandwich and a large cup of coffee, alone but Dr. Robinson joined her. Jessica had a lunch date with a male Nurse Practitioner and left. "Mind if I join?." She asked "Um, yeah." "Great, I'm starving, was up since five and haven't eaten a thing." She lamented and brought out her huge lunch box from her Birkin. Breanna had been amazed the first time she saw the extremely large Birkin that Dr. Robinson seemed to
*Edited This chapter contains strong language and reference. Breanna's POV Breanna couldn't stop herself from turning to the sound of the heavy footsteps from behind the large shelf to her left. Nor could she stop herself when his name slipped past her lips as he appeared. All the resolutions and firm decisions she made this last week flew out the window. "Max." She called out in a weak voice even she didn't recognize. "What are you doing here?." "How are you?." He asked instead in a strained voice like he had been waiting to ask it. His green eyes hooded and dark as his disheveled hair fell over his eye brows. She squeezed her eyes shut, shaking her head slowly. 'He's doing it again, but this time i refuse to be a fool, he doesn't care.' 'Don't look into his green eyes.' She repeated to herself. She turned away, picked up a pen and chewed on the bottom. "Fine thank you." "You're lying." He said and walked to her in slow strides. "Sure. " She responded without looking up