And Max continues to kiss me, while sucking on his lower lip. I don't get enough air, but I don't even think about stopping.

And my stomach is no longer butterflies.

Max reaches down with his hands and lifts up the dress in one motion, exposing my thighs. His fingers gently touch my skin, and when they grope for the lace of the stocking, Max breaks away from my lips and wheezes right into my mouth:

- It's just fucked up!

His palms are squeezing his thighs, so that there will probably be bruises, and I, crumpling his shirt, because I'm afraid that now everything will end. My breathing is...