Ice Prince: Rewrite The Star

Slowly Max straightened his torso to avoid the desirable body beneath him.

He was unconscious and not aroused when he brought Chleo to his bed because his mind was too focused on the girl's safety.

But now, when Chleo was alluding to sex, willy-nilly, he began to feel aroused to feel two soft mounds clinging to his chest.

Max decided to stay away before he could get out of control, but Chleo didn't help him by tightening her grip on his neck. It made both of their bodies stick together perfectly.

"You can't dodge me. Don't you believe me now? Don't you already feel sure that I love you? You can't go." protested Chleo as she frowned in displeasure.

'Chleo, that's not the problem.' Max felt like he was walking on the thin ice, while beneath it was a blazing fire ready to devour him if he wasn't careful.

Max cleared his throat awkwardly several times to calm his desire that began to burn in a tiny spark.

"I'm not avoiding you. I'm just scared if we're too close."

"Why? "

'I'm afraid I'll lunge on you before the time,' Max kept the answer in his head.

"Chleo, behave. Let go of your hand, or I will take you straight to your house."

In the end, Chleo obeyed and let Max stand up. But isn't the man moving too fast? Why did Max slide his ass to sit away from her?

And the man still dares to say he's not avoiding her!?

Chleo sat on her bed while still frowning. Maximillian realized that his little wife was mad, but he did not want to grant her wishes.

"You said you didn't avoid me. Prove it to me."

Max smiled a little at the concern radiating in Chleo's eyes. As far as he remembered, Max was constantly worried and afraid that Chleo would leave him one day. He had never dreamed of seeing Chleo would feel the same anxiety.

His heart became warm and flowery as he recalled Chleo's stubbornness in not wanting to let go of his hand at the airport. He would never expect Chleo was afraid he would return to England and never see her again.

Chleo managed to win him over and assured him that the girl loved him and would not leave him. Now isn't it Max's turn to convince his little frowning lover?

Max rose to his feet and came near Chleo to slip one hand behind the girl's shoulder while the other was behind Chleo's knees. Then Max held Chleo bridal style, making Chleo put her hands around Max's neck reflexively.

Where will the man take her?

At first, Chleo thought Max would teleport somewhere, but Max proved her wrong. The man took her out of the room and walked to the porch.

Max sat on a lazy wooden chair while letting Chleo sit on his lap. Using one hand, Max guided Chleo's head to rest on his shoulder while stroking her affectionately while combing her fine black hair.

"See? I'm not avoiding you. I'm just not sure if I can control myself if we're in the room."

That's why Max took Chleo out of his room because he was more in control of himself in the open field.

"Why do you have to control yourself?" without raising her face, Chleo asked while playing with her fingers as if drawing a circle on her lover's chest.

Chleo could see the roundness of the top two buttons of Max's shirt open, making her think naughty idea. What would the man's reaction be if she slipped her hand to feel the man's stout chest?

She could hear Max answer the previous question, but Chleo didn't pay attention because her current inquisition was something behind her lover's shirt. She knew Max was talking about him not wanting to have sex because they weren't married, or he didn't want to ruin the trust Vincent had already given him.

But Chleo didn't care at all. All the speeches Max uttered went into the right ear and then out the left ear. Eventually, her finger that had been in the middle of Max's chest moved upwards inconspicuously while still making a twisting motion.

A second later, Chleo pulled the end of the side of the shirt fabric to infiltrate her two fingers behind the shirt fabric that bothered her.

Max noticed the subtle movement creeping over his chest, but he didn't stop it. 

"Chleo, you didn't listen to me at all."

"No, I did," Chleo replied without any embarrassment and more and more daring to insert the other three fingers, and now she felt her palms in contact with the cold skin of the man's well-built chest.

Ah, it's so cold. But strangely, Chleo felt her hands were not touching cold skin, but like warm skin on the human body.

Max still didn't respond as if a nice touch on his chest didn't give him a meaningful effect.

Dissatisfied that Max did not react to her touch, Chleo decided to change her sitting position by facing the man. She positioned her legs backward, flanking the man's legs so that Chleo was now straddling the man beneath her.

Max's face did look expressionless, but he was absolutely interested in what this girl would do. Rarely did Chleo show her bold side, so Max wanted to enjoy this little one's advance longer.

Chleo cupped Max's face with both hands and moved her face closer to pressing her lips to the man's. At first, Chleo only landed it, but then she tried to move and peck the man's lips awkwardly.

This was certainly not their first kiss, but this was the first time Chleo had taken the initiative to kiss him first. Therefore, she did not know what to do after pecking the man's lips.

Is there a kiss method?

Chleo pulled her face away, ending their caress while tilting her head slightly as if she was thinking of something serious.

Well, she was really thinking about the 'kiss method' seriously. How does a girl kiss her man?