Hot or Not?

The moment I am no longer laying on top of Max, he suddenly becomes overly conscious of his lack of a top. He rests his hands on his chest, trying to hide it from me. It’s a little strange, but perhaps he has a lack of confidence? Is that why he keeps stopping me?

If this is the reason, then I might encourage him to realise he has nothing to be shy about. With this in mind, I lean over and use one hand to lower his, while my other hand cups his cheek. He looks at me in surprise but doesn’t prevent me from doing so.

“Max, you don’t have to hide your body from me. Whatever reason you think you have, trust me when I say this; you are sexy. Just because you wished for this doesn’t mean my actions are only because of what I originally came here to do,” I tell him. My words kept soft so he might know how genuine I am being.

The way he blushes tells me I might have hit the mark on my guess. I’m not lying, exactly. I do still wa