Maddox "Please just put me down..." Michelle begs. I'm still carrying her like a hunting trophy. She is seriously lightweight and needs to eat something. But the fact that I can handle her so easily kind of turns me on. What is wrong with my head? Michelle keeps squirming. "This is embarrassing! P
Michelle I'm so out of place. I came to watch Maddox's football game but didn't realize the stadium would be so PACKED with people. My nerves are jittering around, and I'm close to puking. I've never once before went to one of these games. My heart is racing, and I think I might be sick AND brok
I laugh. "You're still into Jason... I guess that is karma." She laughs. "Shut up! I'm not into him!" "You literally only came to this game to stalk him." We both laugh and talk some more through the beginning of the game. Later, I'm using the binoculars to zoom in on the field. Maddox is wear
Michelle There is a jarring feeling in my heart. All I want is to continue kissing Maddox, but he slips me down from his muscular torso and proceeds to hug me from behind. The back of my head is faced with his broad chest. He is warm and big and runs his fingers through my hair. I shudder, and
"This is Michelle," Maddox hugs me to him and carefully brushes his fingers through my hair before facing his mom. "She is my girlfriend. We are dating, and please don't call her a little girl just because she is short." I freeze, surprised that Maddox is sticking up for me. Funnily enough, his mot
Michelle I don't belong at this fancy restaurant, and my only comfort is that Maddox doesn't fit in either. Not when he is wearing sweatpants and a hoodie—the only thing he had with him to the game. The rest of his stuff is in the back of his car. I eye his chest, and even though his muscles ar
"How do you pay for rent?" I grimace and squirm in my seat. I don't like the questions, but... I'm trying to give Maddox a chance to get to know me. Call me silly, but I think we could become friends. "I had a part-time job, but... The working hours didn't suit me, so I'm searching for a new one,
Maddox Jason waltzes into the kitchen and gasps. "Are you making homemade chocolates?" I'm wearing a pink apron and mixing brown stuff—what else would I be making?! There are forms on the table! "Dude, are you blind? Because it ain't fucking dog shit I'm melting and mixing on the stove." Jason s