Chapter 10

Maxwell

The living room was how I remembered it, the walls painted white, because that was her favorite color, Diane's I mean, and I went straight to her room where I placed her on her bed, removing her shoes.

"Hmm..." She groaned as she tossed around on the bed and I somehow managed to get hooked around her dress as she turned and fell onto her form on the bed.

Her eyes fluttered open, "hmm, Max..."

"Uhm..." I stuttered.

"What are you doing here?" She was not so surprised as I would have expected her to be. Instead, her eyes were hooded, and she had this stare that made my trousers feel tighter.

"Uhm..." I stuttered again, unable to form coherent words.

She raised her hands up to my face and trailed my cheeks, wrapping her arms around my neck to probably kiss me, but I wouldn't know as she suddenly fell back onto the bed and blacked out again, but not before I heard her say, "Micheal..."

What the f*ck?

She thought I was Micheal?

But would she still have kissed me if she had known i