For a minute I thought my eyes were failing me. But when it got closer I knew what I was seeing. Maxon was in my room. I didn't know what to do. I know my feelings for Maxon and I know deep in his heart he still had feelings for me. Even if they were buried deep under the hate and feelings for Kriss.
Maxon was getting closer and closer until he closed the gap between us. My breathing . was so shallow. His eyes we piercing through my soul. He knew me too well. Maxon put his hand at the back of my neck pulled me closer.
"I guess not everyone can be born into perfection, especially me." Maxon breathed.
"Maxon Schreave you are precisely the meaning of perfection." I cupped my hand on his face. He crashed his lips into mine. They started out as shallow kisses but they turned into deep passionate ones. He picked me up and took me to the bed, our bodies never separating. In no time his suit coat was off. The next thing that went was his shirt, then my dress. Everything was perfect, then we were interrupted.
"So, America! Kriss doesn't completely hate you. She just feels betray-" Celeste rambled but as soon as she saw us she gasped.
"Um… I see that it's not a good time." with that she quickly closed the door and left. I could her Celeste snickering down the hall.
I was so rattled, I quickly threw on my dress and ran out of the room. I didn't even look where I was going and ended up crashing into a guard.
"I'm so sorry, Miss." he said. Something about him was familiar and I didn't know why until I looked up.
"Aspen?!"