I am so sorry for not updating for a while, I feel really bad, and this is short because I have issues with writing long chapters... I guess. I am so sorry but I hope you guys like this, I have been swamped with school work and I just did this and I am sort of falling asleep so tell me if there are any mistakes or if you guys have and CONSTRUCTIVE criticism. Sorry, again!
The next few weeks went by in a blur, everyone was busy, especially Maxon and I, though he always found ways for us to be together… The date had been set for the wedding, May 30, which is only in three months. Everything is going so quickly, I can't get my head around it. I had finally gotten a break for the day and was using it to relax and enjoy the day, it was quite lovely for the end of February, the snow was melting after the cold winter but it was still gorgeous. Maxon tried to drag me outside with him, but I refused wanting to relax and stay away from the still cool air.
I watched him through the window as he took pictures of his surroundings, eventually tilting his camera up to my window and waving happily. I waved back and turned to sit on my bed, Maxon didn't want any of this as he threw a snowball and it landed right on the window, startling me and making me fall of the chair I was sitting on.
I knew he had seen the whole thing when I looked through the window and saw him laughing very hard, before he knew it I was down there in the snow tackling him. I was praising myself silently for having decided to wear my jeans today instead of my dress. He was very surprised and had a look of bewilderment across his face as he got up.
He put up one finger motioning for me to wait a second while he placed his camera somewhere safe. He returned rather quickly screamed, "SNOWBALL FIGHT!" Promptly followed by a mass of snow aimed at my head. I ducked the snow just barely missing and gathered my own pile and began firing.
We fought for what seemed like hours, until we finally collapsed beside each other in the slowly diminishing snow. We were both breathing heavily and just lay there in comfortable silence. Once out breaths had slowed down he turned to face me and no words were needed. We kissed slowly and tenderly letting our breath mingle and inevitably we had to break away because of lack of air.
"I wish we didn't need to breathe," Maxon sighed, "it would be much more convenient to continue kissing you rather than stopping." He let out and angry huff and his lip stuck out in a pout.
I laughed rather unladylike and Silvia would have reprimanded me if she were here, but I didn't care, I just leaned in and kissed my love once more before grabbing some snow and putting it down his shirt.
"Hey!" He cried, rather indignantly.
"What?" I replied innocently. And the battle began again, and I think you know where it ended: with me barely being able to walk up to my room because my knees were very wobbly after yet another kiss that left my hair in tangles and my breath very uneven.
"Perhaps without the lows the highs could not be reached"-The Host, by Stephenie Meyer