The night was cool and relaxful for once, nothing but the sounds of crickets that were coming from outside. The house stayed awfully quiet, and yet there we were, sitting in Max's bed, inches apart from one another and not saying much. However, here I was back in the same place where I slept as a child. But, what was mesmerizing about this room was the way how it was restored and refurbished to its original form, and with a fresh coat of paint. Yet, the room felt different, and for many good reasons. At the same time I was enthralling my surroundings that now belong to Max, and seeing some of her personal stuff that she had added in this room. Nevertheless, I got to admit she was indeed a well structured and organized. She's sort of a neat freak to say the least.
Just like that, Max, as always wouldn't stop staring at me. It was ironic that she was enjoying every last minute of me being in a room, alone with her, and wearing her clean pajamas; a plain shirt with a logo of Mr. Hawt dawg man on it, and a descent cotton fabric shorts.
" 'Giggle!!!' " Max giggled, as she wouldn't stop admiring me in her clothes.
"Why are you laughing Max?" I replied, feeling a bit unease of her staring at me.
"I am sorry…" she answered, trying to mask her giggling with that sort of stern look. "It's just that you look adorable in those clothes… you remind me of a long lost kitten. Yet, I somehow I have forgotten to realize just now that you were indeed a bit taller than me by a few inches."
"No, shit! Sherlock!" I laughed while returning her gaze with a menacing stare.
By then, things got quieter, as we sat there inches away from each other on her bed. The cushion of this huge bed was soft and comfortable. After the humor died down, none of us had any clue of what other things to say to one another. But, what caught my attention was seeing Max's pictures all placed neatly in a row. A collage, that is set up as a memorabilia that shows: People, places, and other exciting cultures she's been to. However, one of them stood out the most, this picture, I truly recognize it and has special place in my heart. It was the picture of Max and I embracing one another in Sedona, Arizona during our trip of visiting my stepfather, a.k.a David Madsen. This picture was taken a few days before our break-up.
I felt drawn to this type of photo while ignoring Max's worrisome look, as I slowly got up to inspect it. Very carefully, I approached Max's Collage board and just inches away from the board was a familiar postcard that I have given to Max during my band tour with "Leila and the Mischievous".
With trembling fingers I've reached for it. The worn out paper was thin and almost losing its shades of color.
"This is the post-card that I've sent to Max a couple of years ago. How could I have led my arrogance get a hold of me?" I said, talking to myself mentally… "One of the worst decision making of my life and I know what must be done in order to finally have the veil of guilt get lifted off me."
As I stood there, holding on the old worn-out post-card from St. Louis, Missouri. I didn't realize Max approaching me, carefully and standing right next to me.
"Um, Chloe!? Is everything alright?" She asked, as she stood right next to me.
I didn't respond at all, as I stood there holding this old post-card. And without a care in the world…I tore it into tiny little pieces.
"Chloe, what are you doing?" she stammered towards me, as she tries to stop me from doing something irrational.
"I… I… I know Max that what happened between us, no mere apology will ever undo the hurt I left you with…" I answered back, now feeling a bit of sadness in me. "I know I cannot undo us… I just…."
My words were immediately paused as Max, without a care in the world had pressed her hands gently on my cheeks. Shifting my gaze towards her, and just like that she planted a long strong kiss in my lips.
I got to say, her lips were exquisite, with that sweet chocolaty flavor as our lips were pressed tightly on one another. I didn't want to lose this opportunity and immediately gave way, as we both slowly made our way towards the bed. We got hectic, as our hearts have slowly synchronized, and with the flowing rhythm of our hearts we continue on smooching each other like crazy. And not a care in the world, we slowly began stripping each other's clothing layer by layer, until nothing was left.
Obviously, Max and I were completely nude, and we were on each other like a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. As the minutes go by, we couldn't stop hogging each other, as our hectic moans grew louder, and kinkier to say the least. We ended up getting each other under the table, at opposite ends of each other. Not wanting to sound gross, but one can pretty much describe that scene as someone licking the tip of an ice cream cone.
As we finally reached the climax of our lustfulness, we wounded up on the bed facing the ceiling of Max's room, and having her laying next to my arms for comfort, I can pretty much say that this was one of the nights I definitely enjoyed the most and it helped me to relax for ones in my life. I just wish we could? I don't know….undo the mistake we did back when we were teenagers. But what does peak my interest was, who was that guy, the one that gave me food earlier? And is he trustworthy? Whatever it is, I know for certain that we might end up bumping into each other since we are currently staying, all three of us, under the same roof.