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Max's POV
        I opened my eyes to see Craig leaning down. Still half asleep, I lean up and close the space between us. I knew he would remember this. He started to pull away and resist, but I tangled my fingers in his hair and pulled him closer. A moan escaped my lips as his tongue brushed against my bottom lip. His hands traveled down my chest and to my hips, he started playing with the hem of my shirt. I was close to letting him just pull it up and over my head, but then he moaned, "Kina." This time I pulled away. He let me.

I pushed him back onto the bed as he tried to pull me back down. "Fuck off." I said as I walked away towards the bathroom. "Max, what did I do?!" I heard him yelled through the door. "If I ever let you kiss me like that again, don't fucking moan someone else's name." I yell back. Stripping I get into a shower. Hoping to wash away the madness I just committed. "Damn him, why does he have to do these things to me?!" I ask myself. "I fucking hate that he does that, but I love the way he makes me feel." I say as tears blend with water.

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After I used probably all the hot water in the place, I walk out with a towel wrapped around my waist. I look around for Craig, and finding no sign of Mr. Mabbitt, I drop the towel to the floor and pull on a pair of boxers with a black wife beater.  I turn on the TV and sit on the bed, waiting.

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4 hours later and still no sign of any of the guys. Starting to get worried I call Monte. "Hey have you seen Craig?" I ask when he picks up. "Yeah, he's with us. Didn't he tell you where we're at?" Monte sounded slightly confused., "No he never told me shit." Jackass. "Oh well we went out partying." Craig said you didn't want to go. But assuming that he didn't tell you where we are, that you never got asked."

"No, I never got asked shit." The music in the background got quieter as Monte walked out of the club. "Well I am about to send him back to the room. He has gotten us kicked out of two clubs so far." Craig what the hell have you gotten yourself into this time. "Well I can come and get him if you like. Where are you?" I ask, "The club in the hotel." Pulling on a pair of pants I close my phone and grab a key card.

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I walk into the club and see Craig arguing with Robert. "Dude you are going back up to the room and that's final." Robert yells in Craig's face. I make a beeline for them, "I got him Robert." I say and push Craig towards the door, "Craig. Out. Now." I say as I push him into the lobby. "Max what the hell?" Ignoring his protests, I shove him into the first empty elevator. "You must have the biggest set of balls of mankind if you think that you can argue with Robert and get away with it." I say once the doors close, but before I even have a chance of looking at him, I am shoved up against the wall and his lips slam into mine.

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Max's POV
        I opened my eyes to see Craig leaning down. Still half asleep, I lean up and close the space between us. I knew he would remember this. He started to pull away and resist, but I tangled my fingers in his hair and pulled him closer. A moan escaped my lips as his tongue brushed against my bottom lip. His hands traveled down my chest and to my hips, he started playing with the hem of my shirt. I was close to letting him just pull it up and over my head, but then he moaned, "Kina." This time I pulled away. He let me.

I pushed him back onto the bed as he tried to pull me back down. "Fuck off." I said as I walked away towards the bathroom. "Max, what did I do?!" I heard him yelled through the door. "If I ever let you kiss me like that again, don't fucking moan someone else's name." I yell back. Stripping I get into a shower. Hoping to wash away the madness I just committed. "Damn him, why does he have to do these things to me?!" I ask myself. "I fucking hate that he does that, but I love the way he makes me feel." I say as tears blend with water.

~  ~  ~

After I used probably all the hot water in the place, I walk out with a towel wrapped around my waist. I look around for Craig, and finding no sign of Mr. Mabbitt, I drop the towel to the floor and pull on a pair of boxers with a black wife beater.  I turn on the TV and sit on the bed, waiting.

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4 hours later and still no sign of any of the guys. Starting to get worried I call Monte. "Hey have you seen Craig?" I ask when he picks up. "Yeah, he's with us. Didn't he tell you where we're at?" Monte sounded slightly confused., "No he never told me shit." Jackass. "Oh well we went out partying." Craig said you didn't want to go. But assuming that he didn't tell you where we are, that you never got asked."

"No, I never got asked shit." The music in the background got quieter as Monte walked out of the club. "Well I am about to send him back to the room. He has gotten us kicked out of two clubs so far." Craig what the hell have you gotten yourself into this time. "Well I can come and get him if you like. Where are you?" I ask, "The club in the hotel." Pulling on a pair of pants I close my phone and grab a key card.

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I walk into the club and see Craig arguing with Robert. "Dude you are going back up to the room and that's final." Robert yells in Craig's face. I make a beeline for them, "I got him Robert." I say and push Craig towards the door, "Craig. Out. Now." I say as I push him into the lobby. "Max what the hell?" Ignoring his protests, I shove him into the first empty elevator. "You must have the biggest set of balls of mankind if you think that you can argue with Robert and get away with it." I say once the doors close, but before I even have a chance of looking at him, I am shoved up against the wall and his lips slam into mine.