Novel & Cerita Peter Max Blushing Beauty

He was about to carry it but a tiny voice stopped him. “Don’t touch my puppy “ The owner of the voice walked towards him and he took a minute to check her out. Fluffy slipper, White bump-short, and a pink top with SpongeBob image on it. Her hair is pink but it is obvious she dyed it and she looked extremely pretty. He couldn’t get his eyes off her. “Stop staring at me ..., pervert, “She said in her tiny voice eyeing him and carried her puppy. “Next time, don’t try to touch my puppy, “She said frowning.

He closed the door and left a confused Damian, touching his nose. 🎶 A nice ray of sunshine and a jasmine smell awoke Damian. He stretched and opened his eyes to face Peter, who was still asleep, as beautiful as ever, his blond curls hiding his face. His heart beat as he gazed at him. "I wonder which is the real sunshine here." He mumbled with a smile. He blushed when he saw that he was still shirtless and remembered that he had to close his eyes as soon as Peter had left the shower the night before because he was too shy to look at his half-naked body.

Reggie returned the smile. Peter licked his lower lip and got up from the stool. He walked toward Reggie and lifted him into the counter. "What other talents do you have?" he said, caressing his face. "Like making you blush without having to try so hard," Reggie whispered, and Peter's smile widened. "Yeah, you're right. You make me blush without even trying so hard. Or maybe it's because I just love you too much, which is why anything you do drives me crazy," Peter murmured.

“God, I love your accent. It’s like so different, and your eyes are so damn cool. Scary but sexy gorge.” Lap forty-three. Where was Evans? Max paused the treadmill and subtly leaned over the front, checking if she was situated below. She was no longer in the pool, eight lengths shy of the usual fifty, probably headed to the change room. Damn. Max’s teammate, Donnie, climbed off a bike and moved towards the exit. As Max stepped off, Miss Pink Spandex stepped up. The girl was persistent; he had to give her that. “Don’t be so rude. I’ve been nothing but super nice to you.” Her huge lips glistened. A heady combination of self-tan, cloying perfume and berry lip-gloss assailed his senses.

“Good work on the sketches, Maxine. You can go for now.” “Thank you,” she said and turned to leave, her mind still replaying the sound of Thomas’s name echoing in the room. Outside the office, she spotted Peter waiting for her near the elevator. He was leaning against the wall, scrolling through his phone. When he saw her, his face brightened immediately. “Hey,” he greeted with his usual friendly tone. “How did it go?” Maxine smiled faintly. “Better than I expected. He liked my work.” Peter’s eyebrows lifted. “That’s rare. Frank actually said he liked something?”

What a coincidence? Her mouth hangs open in surprise; she was unable to will her eyes to blink. He was like one of those white sculptures in Paris, chiselled in total and amazing perfection. "I think someone likes my boxers," Peter said in a teasing tone between charming smiles. She shook her head in a child-like manner "No, it's more about what is lying beneath!" "Who thought you would be this nasty?" he said striking a post like those male models on the cover of a pure pleasure magazine - with one hand at the back of his head while the other slowing drawing down the boxers from one angle.

Bea says, pointing to the boy next to Max in the photo. “That’s his former best friend,” I say. Bea nods. We turn the page. “Handsome man,” Bea says as she points to his graduation photo. I nod, “He is very handsome.” Though it is dimmer. There is still a spark in Max’s eyes. He seems happy. We open another book and flip through a few pages. Bea pulls out a photo to reveal a different one. It is of Max and another woman. The woman is stunning. She has high cheekbones, blonde hair, and flawless skin. “Nasty girl,” Bea says, pointing at her.

I was so lost in the sugar and the relief of being away from the crowd that I didn't notice a smudge of cream on my lip. Peter’s gaze was heavy, fixed on my mouth with an intensity that felt like a physical touch. His eyes were darkening to a deep, predatory gold. "What?" I asked, feeling self-conscious. "Is there something on my face?" Without a word, Peter reached out. His thumb, cool and rough, brushed against the corner of my mouth. Then, he brought his thumb to his own lips and tasted the cream, his eyes never leaving mine. "Sweet," he rumbled.

"What happened to your hair? Did the dye wash away?" Oh please,' I rolled my eyes not in any mood to entertain her nonsense. "I think it's cute" Max stepped in and Elena agreed on. "What was the name of the product you used? I might give it a try when I go home" Paula blabbered. "Natural blond!" I scoffed. "Oh okay you didn't have to yell" Then Derek and Marty passed by. They were both shirtless, sweating and panting. I stared at his perfect abs. "Oh, hey guys" Derek spoke before jogging away.

Brax Pov "Hey dude, what's the name of that blood girl at school?" Kasey yelled from across the room. I lowered my phone, trying to figure out what he was talking about. "There are over a hundred blonde girls at school," he said. he let out a sigh. "The blonde one with really big boobs that you slept with at that dude's party over Christmas". I rolled my eyes at him. That was not a night that I wanted to be reminded of right now. Girls are the last thing on my mind. "Emma".