They didn't have long to make out at the dining table since the person waiting outside had not forgotten why they had arrived. Andrew growled again, separating from this with a glower, and Maxwell fanned himself.
"That's so fucking hot." He whispered, and Andrew felt his cheeks heat.
"Stop saying that. I hate it. I can't even control it." Maxwell's expression softened, before it grew dirty.
"That's even hotter. You can't control how much you want me? And want to hide me away from others? Stop. I'm still getting over my heat, and like you said, we're out of condoms." Maxwell's gaze widened. "Wait, is this the reason you haven't been getting more delivered to the house? Because Dr. Smith is an alpha?" Andrew's lips firmed, and Maxwell burst into laughter. "Oh, you are too fucking much. Go answer the door before I attack you, and damn the condoms, you'll just have to pull out." His head growing hazy from the thought of being inside of Maxwell, Andrew got to his feet.
