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Kylie busied herself with anything she had to do, avoiding Max. |
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Max noticed her avoiding him, figuring he messed up and deciding to stay quiet towards her, not wanting to do so again. |
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That night, after dinner, she got into the shower, taking her time. |
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The dinner had been awkward, Max silent towards her and the tension in the air thick. Once he was done he went and sat on the couch, hands aching to clasp around a flask again yet he stopped himself. |
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Kylie finished up, making her way out to the living room, seeing Max and the flask. She realized she messed up, approaching him slowly. She hugged him from behind, "Hey, baby," she whispered sadly. "Im sorry, my love," she whispered. Gently reaching out to the flask, taking it. |
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"It's fine, I messed up too." He murmured, breath smelling lightly of liquor as he spoke. |
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Kylie kissed his cheek, screwing on the cap of the flask, and pocketing it. "Did you need the drink?" she asked softly. |
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He nodded, looking up at her. "Yeah. . . all the stuff between us and then everything at work just piled up, finally took it's toll." Max explained, his phone dinging yet he ignored it. |
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Kylie sighed sadly, "Next time, come to me, okay?" she whispered. |
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He nodded. "I should've talked to you but I was scared you were still mad and I . . . didn't want to know what would happen if you blew up on me." |
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Sunny
