Scott’s P O V :
Lying awake in my bed, I looked at Max, who was sleeping peacefully. Judging by his state, I figured he definitely played with himself, though I was not complaining. How could I complain, knowing very well the reason behind it?
Ever since I heard Max mumbling about loving me, I could not bring myself to be intimate with him. There was nothing wrong with Max. In fact, he would be the perfect and ideal boyfriend, yet I found myself not wanting that.
The way he took care of me when I had fever made me realize how genuine his feelings were for me. Knowing that he was looking forward to have a relationship with me, I could never bring myself to pretend or lie while being intimate with him. That was not my style and I could never forgive myself for doing something cheap, like
