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We had just finished eating in pure silence. This whole no sex thing was driving me mad, even though I'd never admit it. I huffed and flopped down in a chair and picked up the daily news. After a few minutes of silence, I spoke. "Hey James?"
"Yeah?" James said, clearly waiting for me to beg that the 'no sex' thing needed to end.
I refused to give in and hid behind the paper. "Y'know how I said I didn't want to talk about what happened with my mom? Something tells me I should tell you."
"Oh." James said, surprised and a bit curious. "Of course, Max. You can tell me anything."
My face turned bright red. This was the first time I'd talked about it since the foster house had me seen. "I told you my mom wasn't right. She was generally pretty good, but when she snapped, she... She had a habit of beating me. Nothing really serious, but... Yeah... She was not at all right in the head." I breathed in deeply, afraid of what he'd say.
He stood and walked over to me and wrapped his arms around me, worried but understanding. "Max, I'm so sorry." I knew he felt terrible for me, knowing I had a good relationship with her.
I wrapped my arms around him and chuckled lightly. "It's fine, love. Really. I'm fine." I hated when he worried about me.
"Thank you for telling me." He gave me a half smile and looked up at me.
I shrugged. "Figured you should know, since we're getting married in 20 days and all." I stared into his eyes. God, I loved those eyes.
He gave a light laugh. "True, it is."
"I usually am." I smiled.
He looked at my eyes, the blue Florida sky. "So what would you like to do today?"
"Dunno. Can't do what I'd really like to. I do need to go in at some point.
He smirked. "Sorry, Maxie. No dice. You know the deal."
I huffed. "Why did I agree to that goddamned deal?"
"Because you love me." He smirked evilly.
I rolled my eyes. "I suppose so."
He kissed me passionately, admittingly teasing me just a little.
I kissed him back before quickly pulling away. "Oi."
"What?" He whined. "The deal was no sex."
"True." I smiled, kissing him again.
He kissed me with just a little desire and a lot of passion.
I smiled, kissing him. This was going to be a long 20 days.
"Yeah?" James said, clearly waiting for me to beg that the 'no sex' thing needed to end.
I refused to give in and hid behind the paper. "Y'know how I said I didn't want to talk about what happened with my mom? Something tells me I should tell you."
"Oh." James said, surprised and a bit curious. "Of course, Max. You can tell me anything."
My face turned bright red. This was the first time I'd talked about it since the foster house had me seen. "I told you my mom wasn't right. She was generally pretty good, but when she snapped, she... She had a habit of beating me. Nothing really serious, but... Yeah... She was not at all right in the head." I breathed in deeply, afraid of what he'd say.
He stood and walked over to me and wrapped his arms around me, worried but understanding. "Max, I'm so sorry." I knew he felt terrible for me, knowing I had a good relationship with her.
I wrapped my arms around him and chuckled lightly. "It's fine, love. Really. I'm fine." I hated when he worried about me.
"Thank you for telling me." He gave me a half smile and looked up at me.
I shrugged. "Figured you should know, since we're getting married in 20 days and all." I stared into his eyes. God, I loved those eyes.
He gave a light laugh. "True, it is."
"I usually am." I smiled.
He looked at my eyes, the blue Florida sky. "So what would you like to do today?"
"Dunno. Can't do what I'd really like to. I do need to go in at some point.
He smirked. "Sorry, Maxie. No dice. You know the deal."
I huffed. "Why did I agree to that goddamned deal?"
"Because you love me." He smirked evilly.
I rolled my eyes. "I suppose so."
He kissed me passionately, admittingly teasing me just a little.
I kissed him back before quickly pulling away. "Oi."
"What?" He whined. "The deal was no sex."
"True." I smiled, kissing him again.
He kissed me with just a little desire and a lot of passion.
I smiled, kissing him. This was going to be a long 20 days.
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It is not a choice.
It certainly isn't in just black and white,
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It is not just me.
It certainly isn't abnormal,
No, there are many people like us.
It is not only painful.
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James, Max © Me
This is a work of fiction. Any similarities to anyone living, dead, or written by someone other than me is purely coincidental.
James, Max © Me
This is a work of fiction. Any similarities to anyone living, dead, or written by someone other than me is purely coincidental.
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