Tank POV
The smell of coffee woke me. I opened one eye; it was strong, so I tried not to flinch or move, in case it was very close to my face.
Max was smiling at me, her eye gleaming with mirth. What a way to wake up, looking at the beautiful face each day. How was I so lucky?
We were drinking coffee, enjoying the start of the day, when the knock at the door dampened my mood. I was hoping to get Max back in this bed for a little while longer, for a bit of pre-ceremony release.
What I didn't expect was four women invading my space so early in the morning and kicking me out. I have never had this many women in my room at once before. What am I saying? Before Max, no woman had been in my room, except the cleaner once a week to clean the bathroom. I kept my room clean and tidy, and don't
