At a restaurant.
"I'm sure you come here like always. You're Rowe's son, nothing is too costly for you folks."
Dia shot the compliment, her face washed in the rays of joy lurking at the base of her lips, at both corners of her mouth. Max only watched her and let the smile get to him, he didn't fight it,
"That's a thing to say, but I don't really like eating out. I've got the best cook at home. My mom does the best dishes I've ever tried out."
She chuckled and countered,
"I'm certain that the narrative would change as soon as I move in."
He smiled at that, he wished what she had said was really true,
"We'll see to that, though I've never tasted a meal your prepared."
He maintained, making sure not to let his eyes off her cute face. He was testing his patience and the strength of his manhood. Whether or not he could be sane with her around. Whether or not he would be able to regulate the emotions he ha
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