Maxwell woke up sore as hell. His whole body was screaming and he began complaining to the man beside him.
"I can't believe you were such a damn beast yesterday. You were relentless. You should be so grateful that I allow you to-hello?" Maxwell's heart dropped out of his chest as he realised that there was no one beside him. There was no one in the bed next to him, like he had expected.
Where did he go?
Did…did something happen to Andrew?
His heart racing, Maxwell attempted to sit up several times but his body just wouldn't listen. Maxwell had been well and truly fucked the night prior. His body bent and pressed and squeezed in ways that normally happened over several days. He was a broken doll, and now was not the time for him to be that way.
Maxwell's first thought was that he was in the bathroom. Maybe throwing up again. He'd thrown up last night, that was a possibility. Right?
