Chapter 111 - Wet Clothes (2/2)

Before he got the chance to reject the woman, Cleo grabbed his hand and dragged him across the street. ”Come on, let's get you dry,” she said in a domineering tone.

In the end, Max had no choice but to go to Cleo's home.

As soon as he entered the little apartment, Cleo grabbed a towel and started patting his shoulders dry. She then proceeded to wipe his head. She was so close to him that he could feel her warm breaths on his neck, each puff sending tingles down his spine.

Cleo glanced at the man and noticed him staring at her. Only then did she realize how close she had gotten to him; there was only a few centimetres between their bodies.

From this distance, she expected to smell cigarettes from the man's breath and the offensive scent of sweat, but this man had an alluring smell of aftershave and cologne instead. It made him extra manly. Perhaps, this was how she had been subconsciously drawn to him.

”How was dinner today?” Max's deep manly voice asked beside her ear, breaking the awkward silence.

His breath was minty and his voice was caring. It seemed, he hadn't smoked for a while.

”It was good. I think we should go together next time,” Cleo replied as she looked the man in the eyes.

An air of ambiguity surrounded the two as they stared at each other.

Sure, Max wasn't skinny, but he still had some defined arm and chest muscles that peeked through his wet shirt. If he lost a bit of weight, women would be throwing themselves onto him. But, Cleo found him oddly attractive even in his current state.

Perhaps, it was his gentle caring nature or his determination to change for her. Just because she told him smoking was bad, he immediately cut down on his cigarettes; just because she told him he should eat healthier, he stopped ordering takeout; just because she told him exercise was good for him, he started going to the gym everyday. They were simple words of advice, but he took them to heart and she noticed; she had been noticing for the past week.

Feeling slightly moved by the man's actions, Cleo suddenly leaned forward.

Max felt his heart almost jump out of his chest. Why was she leaning in? Was she about to do what he was thinking? He had been pursuing this woman for a while, but she always seemed out of his league. Yet, what was she doing right now? Was she about to take the initiative?

No way! He couldn't let that happen! He was a man, he should take the initiative!

With that thought, Max gently cupped his soft hands around the woman's cheeks. The woman's lips parted slightly and her eyes closed.

Max smiled.

He was right. As he held his breath nervously, he gently pressed his lips against hers.

Maximus circled the couple's feet, but Max had no time to be frightened. All his hard work had paid off and he wasn't letting anything get in the way.