Chapter 239: Wait, wait, go! Now stop.
"So, you did call me, but several hours later?" Andrew winced, and found himself sitting back in that room he’d seen only recently. He wasn’t alone this time, as Maxwell sat next to him, and Luis and Jenny were also in the room with them. Michael loomed over the couple, his face awash in disbelief, and a little bit of anger.
He was frustrated, but at the same time. Andrew had called him, so he was clearly fighting with his anger. Luis and Jenny were...witnesses. He felt, even if Luis was glaring at Andrew when he looked over at her, that she wasn’t as angry as she was behaving.
He was in a room with people who had pretty much always had a secondary sex. They understood the reason behind why it had happened, and it felt more embarrassing to him than if he had been caught masterbating. They knew everything, and Andrew dropped his head, blushing.
Maxwell squeezed his thigh, drawing his attention towards him and Maxwell’s expression was relaxed, relieved. His face wasn’t puffy, his eyes were bright, and his collared shirt covered the bite marks that littered his shoulders. He did have a hard time walking, but it wasn’t obvious. He was just a little slower than he normally was, and Andrew was ashamed that he wasn’t able to control himself. He’d broken his own promise, even if Maxwell had poked him.
Poked the beast.
Andrew should have had more control. He was the one who suffered the consequences the most.
God, Andrew was sick to his stomach again.
"Baby, stop thinking." Maxwell’s voice was warm, teasing, as he poked Andrew’s forehead with his forefinger. He smoothed out the wrinkles that were forming there, a smile in his gaze. "It’s okay. I’m okay." Maxwell soothed him again and Andrew felt a sigh leave his lips. He felt useless. How he thought he was going to survive without Maxwell, even for a second, was beyond him.
He’d just gotten into his head so much that he thought he’d be fine. It was clear to everyone else around him that he was a liar. Not only to them, but to himself.
"This just feels embarrassing." Andrew muttered, and glanced at Michael to find that his eyebrows were to the sky, and his brown eyes were wide.
"Embarrassing? This? Andrew, you are-" Michael covered his mouth, shaking his head, before his shoulders shook. "Take off the coat, pretty boy. We need to take some of your blood. The pretty boy goes for both of you." Michael warned, glancing towards Maxwell. "You aren’t free of this, especially if the condom broke. Twice." Luis shook, and Jenny was doing her best to keep a straight face.