Chapter 12 - Max

"Thank you," her soft voice echoed along the empty-ish car park. Hearing her conversation about me giving her my number and then needing cake, I assumed a peace offering for the last 72 hours would be a good start, assuming it would solve it, but then when I heard her groan, goddamn it, I couldn't even step outside without getting hard for the woman. She's a good photographer; I managed to snag a look at some of the photos she's taken since being here at the barn, and she's got a great eye for capturing everyone either smiling or full-on belly laughing, and they are amazing, if I do say so myself.

I couldn't help but feel a slight tingle in my stomach, a mixture of nerves and excitement that only seemed to intensify when she looked my way. Even when she took some photos of me with the others, and I believe she even got one where I was looking directly at her, I'll have to have a look later. Her long, raven hair flowed over her shoulders in the hair tie she was using to hold it all up.