@pipcrr.
their text messages have been seeming to head into the more promiscuous side of things and how they end up in such state is still a mystery to max. he hasn’t allowed himself time to linger on the fact that this is his ex-girlfriend he’s inviting over or what the consequences may be; all he can think is she’s coming over. for such an event he’s had to make himself presentable (fix his hair on the most part and pop in a breath mint) and tend to the very few items on his floor. there’s no such thing as nerves inside of max at the time being yet that is surely going to change once the overwhelming realisation and reality kicks in.
it’s been a while since the two of them have shared any intimacy together and in a way max is looking forward to it. pip’s obviously still interested in him - how could she not be when she’s sending suggestive text messages? or perhaps max isn’t reading between the lines. who knows? the only thought pulsing through his brain is the thought of her, everything about her. simply being with her, touching her, holding her, kissing her, more if he is able to. if she allows. that is where his mindset is spiralling to. he wants to be alone with her and be away from the deafening sounds of the club facility. how he’s longed for it. the longing isn’t as persistent as it was in the raw, early stages of their break up but it is clouding his conscious. hearing the knocking at the door knocks reality into him at the very slightest and he cannot help the need that begins to consume him instantly. approaching and opening the door, he relaxes completely and stares down to her. he’s missed her. “took you long enough.” he murmurs light heartedly, flashing her his crooked yet charming smirk she’s seen on numerous occasions.
