Return to Me (5/8)
Angelus angelus1317@hotmail.com
See first chapter for disclaimer, etc.
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Later - hours later - Max sat on the couch beside Logan, wrapped in one of his
bathrobes, which was about five sizes too big for her. Underneath it, she had on
an equally big T-shirt and pair of boxers - also Logan's. In her hands she held a
gigantic cup of coffee. She sipped happily in between recounting the events of
the past year to Logan.
"So what made you come back?" he asked finally. She smiled at him.
"You," she said. "Don't you know that by now? I missed you. I couldn't live
without you any more than you could live without me."
"But...what about your siblings? How could you leave all of them?"
"Logan, there are two different types of love. Zack and Jhondie I love without a
doubt. They know that, and I enjoyed the time that I was able to spend with
them. But sticking together was dangerous. And you...I couldn't stay away
forever knowing that I had never told you how I felt."
"It would've been okay," Logan whispered, cupping Max's cheek in his hand. "I
knew."
"You thought. Feelings are something that you can never be positive about
about a person unless you hear the words come from their own mouth. I guess I
wanted that confirmation from you, and I wanted to give you the same in
return."
"That's what telephones are for, Max."
"Phones can be tapped - too risky."
"Coming back here was even riskier."
"But getting to see you again made it all worth it." Max reached over to take
Logan's hand with a smile.
"You're sure?" he inquired. "It's worth possibly never seeing them again?"
"Yes."
She couldn't bear to tell him that she was lying, but he knew. So when she
leaned over to kiss him, he didn't push her away. It was their fifth kiss, and it was
nowhere close in comparison to the first four. This kiss was hungry and
desperate. Tongues got involved again, for the first time since the car.
Logan stood from the couch and, Max held tightly in his arms, entered the
bedroom. There, they made wild, passionate love into all hours of the night. But
it was bittersweet, for they both realized that their time together was limited,
and grew shorter by the minute.
Suffice to say, they made the most of it.
And they fell asleep, sweaty and exhausted; limbs entwined, hearts in tune.
Angelus angelus1317@hotmail.com
See first chapter for disclaimer, etc.
~*~
Later - hours later - Max sat on the couch beside Logan, wrapped in one of his
bathrobes, which was about five sizes too big for her. Underneath it, she had on
an equally big T-shirt and pair of boxers - also Logan's. In her hands she held a
gigantic cup of coffee. She sipped happily in between recounting the events of
the past year to Logan.
"So what made you come back?" he asked finally. She smiled at him.
"You," she said. "Don't you know that by now? I missed you. I couldn't live
without you any more than you could live without me."
"But...what about your siblings? How could you leave all of them?"
"Logan, there are two different types of love. Zack and Jhondie I love without a
doubt. They know that, and I enjoyed the time that I was able to spend with
them. But sticking together was dangerous. And you...I couldn't stay away
forever knowing that I had never told you how I felt."
"It would've been okay," Logan whispered, cupping Max's cheek in his hand. "I
knew."
"You thought. Feelings are something that you can never be positive about
about a person unless you hear the words come from their own mouth. I guess I
wanted that confirmation from you, and I wanted to give you the same in
return."
"That's what telephones are for, Max."
"Phones can be tapped - too risky."
"Coming back here was even riskier."
"But getting to see you again made it all worth it." Max reached over to take
Logan's hand with a smile.
"You're sure?" he inquired. "It's worth possibly never seeing them again?"
"Yes."
She couldn't bear to tell him that she was lying, but he knew. So when she
leaned over to kiss him, he didn't push her away. It was their fifth kiss, and it was
nowhere close in comparison to the first four. This kiss was hungry and
desperate. Tongues got involved again, for the first time since the car.
Logan stood from the couch and, Max held tightly in his arms, entered the
bedroom. There, they made wild, passionate love into all hours of the night. But
it was bittersweet, for they both realized that their time together was limited,
and grew shorter by the minute.
Suffice to say, they made the most of it.
And they fell asleep, sweaty and exhausted; limbs entwined, hearts in tune.