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Authors: Felicity Beadsmoore
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forget all the good reasons to doubt him. I dropped my tight protective stance and took a wary step forward. “You needed to see me,” I said and took another step towards him.
Max nodded at me and then reached out his hand to me. I had a sudden flash of him in my bed, with the s ame look when I was reaching out to him. I shook the fuzzy thought out of my head and stared at Max. “Do you believe in déjà vu,” I asked quietly as I stretched my hand out to meet his.
As soon as our fingertips touched , Max grabbed my hand and pulled me towards him. I stumbled forward with an embarrassing yelp and ended up against his chest. He held me tightly around the waist with one arm, destroying any attempts I might have had at running away. With his other hand still holding mine, he slowly began pulling me lower. His eyes captured mine and I couldn’t seem to move away.
W hen our eyes were almost level, Max stopped pulling me down and held me closer. His hand released mine and it moved up to caress the side of my face and neck. His thumb lingered over my bottom lip and then took a firm hold of my jaw. In an instant, Max had tilted my head to the side and pressed his lips softly to the skin of my neck. I closed my eyes and relaxed into his arms, forgetting any negative consequences I might have once considered. A small gasp caught in my throat as I felt teeth graze lightly over skin. And something inside me wanted more.
Unable to resist, I moved and straddled Max’s lap, resting my knees on the edge of the fountain. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and couldn’t help but slide one hand up to run my fingers through his hair. I loved his touch and I loved touching him. Every caress left me desiring more. At my movement, Max seemed to catch his breath for a moment, and then he pulled my face down to meet his. I opened my eyes to look at him and his eyes seemed to question mine. He looked unsure, almost confused, and I couldn’t understand why. I ran my fingers through his hair again and touched my lips to his. He kissed me back without hesitation and I began to feel a little strange.
I suddenly noticed a familiar sound, a light pitter-pattering coming from outside and I smelled the freshness of rain. A memory flashed through my mind of golden hair and violet eyes. And I remembered. “Sam,” I said as I pulled back from Max.
Max gave me an odd look in return and pointed at himself. “No. Max,” he said, raising an eyebrow.
“No,” I said, shaking my head. I climbed off of Max, and moved to step away, but he caught hold of my hand.
“ Kitty, what’s wrong,” he asked sweetly, as he tried to pull me back to him.
Par t of me wanted to go back, to continue whatever it was we’d started, but the other half of me knew the truth. I was angry at myself for giving in to Max so easily and I was annoyed at him for manipulating me. I felt violated and apprehensive. How could I have done this to—?
“Sam,” I said again, feeling more miserable. I could feel my cheeks burning and tears starting to swell in my eyes. I was so ashamed that I’d forgotten him. I pulled my hand out of Max’s grip and looked around the washhouse.
Outside the rain was getting heavier, forming a white haze around the surrounding buildings. I put a hand up to my face and wiped the hot tears away before they fell. I looked back over at Max, who was now glancing worryingly from me to my chest and I remembered the pendant.
“Who’s Sam,” I heard Max ask as I went to pull the pendant out of my dress.
I ignored him and fingered around the chain until I found the clasp. It didn’t take long for me to find it and then rip the necklace from my throat.
“No,” he yelled as I dropped the whole thing on the ground.
“Deal with it,” I said, as I raised my foot up. Then with the heel of my boot I smashed the pendant into tiny, little pieces. Almost immediately I began to feel a bit better. More myself than I had been. I looked back up at
Max nodded at me and then reached out his hand to me. I had a sudden flash of him in my bed, with the s ame look when I was reaching out to him. I shook the fuzzy thought out of my head and stared at Max. “Do you believe in déjà vu,” I asked quietly as I stretched my hand out to meet his.
As soon as our fingertips touched , Max grabbed my hand and pulled me towards him. I stumbled forward with an embarrassing yelp and ended up against his chest. He held me tightly around the waist with one arm, destroying any attempts I might have had at running away. With his other hand still holding mine, he slowly began pulling me lower. His eyes captured mine and I couldn’t seem to move away.
W hen our eyes were almost level, Max stopped pulling me down and held me closer. His hand released mine and it moved up to caress the side of my face and neck. His thumb lingered over my bottom lip and then took a firm hold of my jaw. In an instant, Max had tilted my head to the side and pressed his lips softly to the skin of my neck. I closed my eyes and relaxed into his arms, forgetting any negative consequences I might have once considered. A small gasp caught in my throat as I felt teeth graze lightly over skin. And something inside me wanted more.
Unable to resist, I moved and straddled Max’s lap, resting my knees on the edge of the fountain. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and couldn’t help but slide one hand up to run my fingers through his hair. I loved his touch and I loved touching him. Every caress left me desiring more. At my movement, Max seemed to catch his breath for a moment, and then he pulled my face down to meet his. I opened my eyes to look at him and his eyes seemed to question mine. He looked unsure, almost confused, and I couldn’t understand why. I ran my fingers through his hair again and touched my lips to his. He kissed me back without hesitation and I began to feel a little strange.
I suddenly noticed a familiar sound, a light pitter-pattering coming from outside and I smelled the freshness of rain. A memory flashed through my mind of golden hair and violet eyes. And I remembered. “Sam,” I said as I pulled back from Max.
Max gave me an odd look in return and pointed at himself. “No. Max,” he said, raising an eyebrow.
“No,” I said, shaking my head. I climbed off of Max, and moved to step away, but he caught hold of my hand.
“ Kitty, what’s wrong,” he asked sweetly, as he tried to pull me back to him.
Par t of me wanted to go back, to continue whatever it was we’d started, but the other half of me knew the truth. I was angry at myself for giving in to Max so easily and I was annoyed at him for manipulating me. I felt violated and apprehensive. How could I have done this to—?
“Sam,” I said again, feeling more miserable. I could feel my cheeks burning and tears starting to swell in my eyes. I was so ashamed that I’d forgotten him. I pulled my hand out of Max’s grip and looked around the washhouse.
Outside the rain was getting heavier, forming a white haze around the surrounding buildings. I put a hand up to my face and wiped the hot tears away before they fell. I looked back over at Max, who was now glancing worryingly from me to my chest and I remembered the pendant.
“Who’s Sam,” I heard Max ask as I went to pull the pendant out of my dress.
I ignored him and fingered around the chain until I found the clasp. It didn’t take long for me to find it and then rip the necklace from my throat.
“No,” he yelled as I dropped the whole thing on the ground.
“Deal with it,” I said, as I raised my foot up. Then with the heel of my boot I smashed the pendant into tiny, little pieces. Almost immediately I began to feel a bit better. More myself than I had been. I looked back up at
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