My brother In-law 13

Maxwell knew he needed a way to correct his error. His walls had been broken almost completely. He needed to build it back if he would avoid the risk of being a rebellious brother. Celine might be all he wanted in a woman, but he still needed to set the boundaries.

"I mean…your own juice," he stuttered. "You spilled some of mine."

Celine eyed him and giggled. "Of course, I know that. Or were you thinking of a different kind of juice?"

Maxwell pushed the thought away as fast he could. Celine had been referring to the juice that would come from the door in between her legs. He knew it. But the pretty damsel was teasing him beyond imagining.

"What other juice would they be?" He threw back the stone thrown at him.

Celine refilled his glass and returned to her chair. They continued eating. This time, no one was speaking. Maxwell prayed the silence would continue till they were done. But no. Celine had not asked the questions she needed an