MAX
A few nights later, a soft knock sounds from my bedroom door. “Max? Are you in there?” Her voice floats through. I step out of the bathroom, hair still wet from my shower but, thankfully, dressed.
“Yeah. Come in,” I tell her. She cracks the door and slips through, closing it behind her quietly. As always, the sight of her makes me weak and has Blue scratching to come out. Especially after the other night.
“You’re avoiding me,” she says with her hands on her hips.
“No I’m not.” Yes, I definitely am. The bond I feel with her has only gotten worse since the night I confronted them in the library, and it’s too hard being around her without following through on every damn thing I want to do to her. She rolls her eyes and takes a hesitant step towards me.
“You are, and I’m over it.
