After a few hours of flying, we landed in Russia. We were going to stay at another gangs house, and I felt uncomfortable, but the rest of the boys seemed confident.
A limousine took us to the house, and I played with Max's fingers, touching the cold rings on his long fingers.
I remember when him and I were still best friends, I use to play with his fingers often, just getting to touch him someway.
"You seem memorized" Max kissed my temple, and I smile.
"Remember when you and I were still best friends.. and I use to play with your hands.. it use to give me an excuse to touch you" I smile, and he brushes a piece of hair out of my face.
"Mmhmm, and you were the only girl I allowed to touch my hands" He smirked.
"What? How?" I look at him, and from that he caught almost everyone's
