Max and you have been dating for a few months now. He was a gentleman for sure, always sweet and caring. Sure he made a few dirty jokes, but none of you minded. The thing is, you started dating in October when it was cold out. But now it was April and it was HOT. Naturally, you had to wear more shorts and skirts. And oh boy, did you do something to Max for some reason. They didn't even have to be that short, and he couldn't focus. He mentioned it...kind of. Saying it looks good on you, but he always complimented you, so you had no clue the extent of it! However, you started to catch a clue when you were sitting on his bed watching something on his laptop. The room had an AC, thankfully, so you could half-cuddle while you watched some horror game playthrough. You were pretty focused before suddenly feeling his hand slip over your thigh, cupping it, kneeding it slightly, gently but definitely curious. His gaze locked on the skin without even realizing what he was doing. You swear you saw him pop his mouth open a sliver to mutter something, but it didn't really come out.