And then there was kissing. Lots and lots of kissing. At first he thought it was just some weird dream, but upon further reflection he realized that he really did kiss her last night.

He blushes and remembers her lips against his own. He shakes his head slightly in an attempt to clear it. A sudden knock on the door causes him to jump slightly, startled. He looks down at his watch to see how late it is already 9:00 am.

Max lets out a frustrated growl and hurries over to the door, pulling it open slightly.

"What are you doing here?" he asks gruffly, his voice hoarse from sleep....