Max smirks as you give his chest a futile light shove. A deep rumbling laugh comes from his chest that you can feel more than hear. He gently pulls your hands off and holds them out to the side. "Do that again and you won't be getting in at all tonight." His voice clearly amused. "And wasn't it your birthday just 8 months ago?" Nevermind how he remembers that, though he believes your're telling the truth tonight. "Don't even think of sneaking in through the bathroom window tonight."
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