Blah blah, Kiss kiss, part 8
by pari106
pari106@hotmail.com
http://www.geocities.com/pari106/damain.html
Disclaimer: See chapter one; Rating PG-13
Blah blah, Kiss kiss, part 8
by pari106
Max and Zack continued on like that for the entire night, making love and cuddling and talking and making
love again. They repeated the process over and over, until they were both too exhausted to move or speak,
lying there in one another's arms, watching the fire die out again and the sun start to peak out of the
horizon.
They'd continued to open up to one another, talking about all sorts of topics but one: Logan. Any time
Max even tried to mention his name, Zack wouldn't listen. It was so frustrating.
Especially now that Max needed to talk about Logan the most.
Something was wrong.
Throughout the night, Zack had so filled her world that he had completely eclipsed any concerns Max had
about anything else. But there, with the dawn on the horizon, Max's concerns came back with a
vengeance.
Something was extremely wrong.
Not just anything could have cut through the euphoria Max felt with Zack. But the sudden, odd pang of
foreboding that had unexpectedly assaulted her that morning had.
Something was extremely, extremely wrong.
What would it hurt? One phone call, just to make sure. What would it hurt, just to call? She would
explain it to Zack if he woke up.
Just one phone call to check up on Logan. That was all she needed.
One phone call. That changed everything.
by pari106
pari106@hotmail.com
http://www.geocities.com/pari106/damain.html
Disclaimer: See chapter one; Rating PG-13
Blah blah, Kiss kiss, part 8
by pari106
Max and Zack continued on like that for the entire night, making love and cuddling and talking and making
love again. They repeated the process over and over, until they were both too exhausted to move or speak,
lying there in one another's arms, watching the fire die out again and the sun start to peak out of the
horizon.
They'd continued to open up to one another, talking about all sorts of topics but one: Logan. Any time
Max even tried to mention his name, Zack wouldn't listen. It was so frustrating.
Especially now that Max needed to talk about Logan the most.
Something was wrong.
Throughout the night, Zack had so filled her world that he had completely eclipsed any concerns Max had
about anything else. But there, with the dawn on the horizon, Max's concerns came back with a
vengeance.
Something was extremely wrong.
Not just anything could have cut through the euphoria Max felt with Zack. But the sudden, odd pang of
foreboding that had unexpectedly assaulted her that morning had.
Something was extremely, extremely wrong.
What would it hurt? One phone call, just to make sure. What would it hurt, just to call? She would
explain it to Zack if he woke up.
Just one phone call to check up on Logan. That was all she needed.
One phone call. That changed everything.