"How does it taste?" Maxim eyed Diana as she licked the food from the corner of her mouth.
She leaned forward across the dining table, her breasts slightly bulging from the movement.
He closed his eyes for a moment to forget the view he was greeted with when he came back with her clothes and ahem... other stuff.
She was his damn friend, a girl on her fucking period, suffering from pain and all that while he was a jerk who was left insanely hot and bothered when she told him to get her underwear for her.
Even beasts were better than that.
Maxim never pegged himself to be a pervert with twisted tendencies but given his current circumstances, he had the urge to reevaluate his character.
When he opened his eyes, she was still leaning forward, her cleavage on display because of her V-neck vest.
And the view he had tried so hard to forget came back stumbling towards him.
