Maxim glanced at the beautiful arc of her lips and his heart skipped a bit. She laughed at something Ivy was saying and he had never disliked Ivy more for it.
He wanted Diana to laugh at his words. At him. Or at anything involving him. Was it weird for him to think that way?
'Yes, it is weird af, you obsessed creep,' his inner voice snapped at him.
Maxim swallowed, barely restraining himself from raising his hand and running the pad of his thumb across her bottom lips which had turned swollen.
As much as he wanted to do that, he stopped himself from doing that when he remembered the way she stopped him earlier.
She kissed him on an impulse and the adrenaline must have worn off. Was she regretting it already? Was that what she was about to say before Ivy interrupted them?
While Maxim was having an inner battle, Diana was clueless about his thoughts.
''Dee, why are you laughing?"
