Chapter Seventeen
Max
After we untangled ourselves from each other and showered for a second time—where I had to beat back the urge to take her again—we dressed and went down to the lobby for breakfast together. With Harlow’s dark brown hair damp from the shower and her eyes bright, she looked fresh-faced and young, far too pure for me. She shooed away the waitress with the menu, declaring she wanted the breakfast buffet.
Once we were seated, she glanced over from across the table, her cheeks pinkening slightly. “I like to eat,” she murmured, gesturing to her plate.
For a moment, I was confused and then realized she was referencing her plate piled high. Seeing as I had more food on my plate than she did, obviously we were in agreement on that point. “I think I win this one,” I countere
