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Max and I did a lot more than just make out that night. The next morning I woke up next to him in his bed and I was so tired. Last night was all a slight blur to me, but I'm sure Max remembered. Max had one of his arms around me and I smiled as I relaxed into his bed. I closed my eyes and then someone knocked on Max's door scaring us and making up but sit up.

"What do you want?" Called Max.

"Where's Wynter? Also you need to get ready. We're going to Grandma's this weekend. If you see Wynter tell him." It was Maggie.

"Okay!" Said max and then he got out of bed stretched then looked at me. "...Wynter."

"What? What is it?" I asked. I suddenly felt very self conscious.

"Oh god." He said. I got up and ran to the bathroom to look in the mirror, that's when I saw it. Hickeys. All up and down the sides of my neck.

"How am I going to cover this up?" I asked him as he walked into the bathroom.

"Just get a shower, I'll think of something." He basically pushed me into the shower and turned on the water for me then left the bathroom. Last night was something I didn't want to think about to much. It was, however, very fun and it was nice because I was with Max, but now I was covered in hickeys and Max still hadn't given me an explanation on why he did it.

Maybe it was just to please me, but that didn't seem right. Maybe he was sexually frustrated and I was just the only person around. That didn't seem right either, Max wouldn't do that. Maybe he genuinely was in love with me. I guess I could never get a straight answer unless he told me.

I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, drying off then wrapping the towel around my waist. I shuffled out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. "How are we going to do this Max?" I asked. He was already dressed, he must've gotten a shower last night after I feel asleep.

"Well... You have to wear a scarf, but I think it will work." He said as he turned to look at me. He held up a scarf and grinned, I didn't know how I felt about this day.

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All day Max's mom asked if I wanted to take my scarf off, but I had to keep refusing because I couldn't. "I couldn't think of taking it off Mrs. Jones, I'd get cold." I said. I was actually sitting in the back seat of a car with Maggie and Max so I was far from cold.

"Why are you so formal Wynter? We've known each other for almost your whole life. Please call me Morgan, I keep asking you too." She said laughing softly, she had a nice laugh.

Once we got to Max's grandma's house, I got out of the car and stretched and it felt good to do so. The ride had been mostly silent on the way over here, Maggie had headphones in, Mr. Jones didn't say a word, and Max didn't have anything to say. Max's grandma greeted us all, she even told me she remembered me from last time she visited Max.

The thing about Max's grandma is she made great sugar cookies. All afternoon we sat on her antique furniture and are sugar cookies. Of course everyone was talking about their lives and catching up, so I felt out of place. I also couldn't keep my mind of Max because he was right beside me and we still hadn't talked.

My scarf was starting to get hot and itchy but I couldn't do anything about it. I just sat and listened as Maggie and her grandma talked about school. She then turned to Max and asked, "How do you two like being eighteen?"

Max laughed, "It's great! It feels exactly like being seventeen, but now I can vote." He said grinning his signature grin.

"Have you found yourself a nice young girl yet?" She asked him.

Max laughed and leaned back into the couch. "I don't know if I would say that." He said. He had that weird unreadable expression again.

His grandma laughed, "Don't worry Maximilian, I'm sure you'll find someone soon." She said. Max just laughed and nodded then glanced at me.

I just rolled my eyes softly and the adults carried on there conversation. Max grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet, "Wynter and I are going to our room." He said. Then we walked up the narrow stairs and down a hallway to a bedroom. Once we were inside he locked the door and walk over to the bed laying down and sighing.

"Can we talk?" I asked him as I sat down beside him on the bed. He sat up and nodded, then reached over and took my scarf off.

"I feel bad about those, they won't go away for days." He said. He started tracing his fingers along my neck as I sighed softly.

"Okay, you never said yes but I'm going to talk to you anyways. What was all that? Do you actually love me or what? I'm more confused than when I started out." I said looking at him.

"Hmm..." Max then leaned over to kiss my neck again. It was already covered in hickeys and slightly sore so I just kind of pushed him away.

"I'm not your little sex toy you know. I'm not just here for your entertainment." I was angry max was ignoring me. He usually seemed so open to talk.

Max sighed and looked at me. "I'm sorry, okay? I don't know how I feel right now... I'm confused." He said looking down slightly. "I know you're not my sex toy or anything, but I just haven't decided if I'm in love with you yet. Don't get me wrong, I love you Wynter, but that's different than being in love."

I glanced at him and sighed softly, "How in love with me are you now? On a scale from one to ten?"

He looked over at me and grinned, "About a five but probably a six." He said laughing softly. He pulled me into a hug and I hugged back. If a six was all I could get, I was going to take it and run.

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