#thread.max

Rys had promised his co-workers not to give in to the invitations of Max anymore. Clearly there was no romantic intention there, and Rys was just a blubbering mess because of it.

And he feared he would remain a mess.

So he'd been told to let it go.

But when Max had called the store to ask if Rys was available to come out and dance that evening, Rys had said yes, his colleagues shaking their heads behind his back.

And there he was, dressed in a warm coat, waiting in front of the club Maxim had picked out, big smile on his face.

He was hopeless.

"Max! Hey!"

Max... so effortlessly handsome. It was unfair if Rys wasn't swooning.