192 They returned home to a mess 2 (2/2)
”I thought that we agreed that we will not turn on our phones tonight.”, Liz said with a pout.
”I need to send one message.”, Max explained. ”Mrs. Wilson promised you clothes. As a designer, I'm confident that she has a good eye for sizing up a person, but to make it more precise, I will send her your measurements.”
Liz's expression showed that she does not approve. ”I'm not comfortable with accepting clothes just like that.”
”Don't be so hasty to reject her. She wants to do it, and this is her way making amends. Let her do it. If you refuse this, she will continue pestering you with something else until you give in. Besides, she is one of the most popular fashion designers in the area. There is a reason why she was not swallowed by larger companies.”
Max did his research about both Mrs. Wilson's and Mr. Wilson's businesses, because he looked them up when Tyler caused trouble for Elizabeth. That letter he left with Tyler on the doorstep of his parent's home was not an empty threat.
Liz was surprised to hear Max talk so highly of Mrs. Wilson. ”Really?”
”Mhm…”, Max hummed in confirmation while dismissing numerous notifications for missed calls and text messages which proved that Hunter, Nathan, and Sabrina made repeated attempts to get in touch with him through the afternoon. He smiled. This never happened before he got together with Liz. Sometimes he would be out for days and his family didn't know that he was out of town. And now so many of them raised a fuss because they couldn't get in touch with him for one afternoon.
He sent a text to Mrs. Wilson. When he finished, he turned off his phone and kept it on the side.
”This is your fault.”, Max told Liz.
Liz didn't understand. ”Which part?”
”Everything that happened while we were away. It is your fault.”
Liz was visibly confused. ”How can this be my fault?”
”You are too responsible. Normally, you tell people where you are, and when Mia could not get in touch with you, the only logical conclusion was that something is really wrong.”
Liz thought for some time about Max's words before agreeing. ”I will be irresponsible going forward.”
”Only if it's with me.”, Max reminded her.
”Of course. Only if it's with my handsome boyfriend.”
Max smiled smugly.
Amusement flashed in Liz's eyes. ”But then… what will happen if by some accident I decide to do something without your knowledge, and you can't find me? Will you panic and flip the city to find me?”
”Yes. If I know that there is someone stalking you I will panic if I can't find you so unless you are at work, you either make yourself reachable or let me know where you are going and when you are coming back.”
Liz looked at his serious expression and her heart warmed up. She moved into his lap and hugged him.
”Thank you.”, Liz whispered. ”I didn't know that it would feel this good to have someone care about me. I mean… I have a few friends who would be there when needed, and my father dotes on me as well. But this…” Liz hugged him tighter. ”This is different.”
She looked up at him and saw his smile. ”Do you believe me?”
”I believe you.”, Max responded. ”It is like this: Everyone has their own personal space. When your father or your friends are close, they approach your space, but stay out of it. And when the two of us are together, our personal spaces merge.”
”That is a very good explanation.”, Liz said, visibly surprised by his words. ”How do you know?”
”I know because I feel the same.”
Liz looked at Max's deep blue eye which stirred with emotions and she was unable to look away. She had so many things she wanted to say, but all the words left her. The only thing she wanted to do was to get closer to Max and to kiss him. And she did.
After an unknown measure of time, Max carried Liz to her bedroom and closed the door behind them. They didn't care about the mess anymore, and they forgot about the food as well.
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