Broken arrows

28. *

"It's not what it looks like" I said as I walked to the door. He still didn't come in, he was still standing in the hallway.

He chuckled. "What does it look like then?"

"Please come in" I said as I opened the door a little more. He sighed a little, probably thinking about what he had to do.

Trust me or get the hell away from here?

Fortunately, he picked the first one because he walked inside.

"That was Ryder, he wa- is my best friend but I never mentioned him because" I paused for a second. "Because I thought he was dead"

He titled his head a little. He was confused and I couldn't blame him.

"Alright get ready for a long story time" I said as I crawled into bed. I was desperately hoping he would follow me, that he would get in bed as well.

He chuckled as he crawled next to me and put his hand on his head and looked at me. "Let me hear it"

I told him everything he needed to know, except for the fact that Ryder was gonna meet up with Lara.
I didn't think he wanted to know that, or maybe he didn't care.
I just wasn't sure about that.

"Fuck Aimée" he sighed. "I don't think I will ever get the full story of your life" it wasn't like he was judging me, he genuinely wanted to know my full story.

"I am sorry" I didn't know what else to say, it felt like the right thing to say, the only thing to say.

He immediately cupped my face with his hands and looked at me. "Never ever say sorry for tough moments in your life, especially if it wasn't your fault"

It was exactly what I needed to hear.

I couldn't explain the spark we had in that moment. He was the one person I needed right now and as if he could read my mind, he pressed his lips against mine again.

We were kissing again, but this time it was even more intense. We deepened the kiss very quickly and it didn't take him long to get on top of me.

I tugged on his shirt and he understood what I was trying to say, ditch the fucking shirt.

His bare chest was pressed against mine as he placed little kisses all over my body.
Softly, slowly and so gently.

It's been a while since I felt so loved.

"Are you sure?" He asked as he looked down at me. "Yes please, I am so sure" I said and unbuttoned his pants, pulling it a little lower.

"You won't regret this?"

I shook my head. I promised myself I wouldn't mess with guys anymore, but he wasn't like them.
He wasn't messing with me, I could feel that in the way he kissed my body, in the way he looked at me. In the way he asked for my consent all over again.

He took my clothes off, looking down at my body and brushed his lips over my body.
I closed my eyes, enjoying his little touches.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful" he mumbled and took his underwear off. "You're definitely sure about this, right?"

"Oh my God, just fuck me please" I groaned. He laughed a little. But he did what I asked. I felt his dick slide inside of me and I quickly wrapped my legs around him.

It was as if our bodies missed each other just as much because our hips perfectly moved at the same pace.

He put his arm under my back and picked up the pace. His hips were thrusting inside of me so fast and I didn't care how loud I was.
Max stayed in the room next to me, so he probably heard the whole thing, which made it even more perfect.

He would never be able to make me moan like that.

But then, his phone interrupted this perfect moment. It went off one time, two times even three times and we ignored all of them.

"You should take that" I moaned under my breath. "They can wait until we're finished" he groaned as he kissed me.

I smiled on his lips, it was the perfect answer. Fuck he was so perfect.

Needless to say, it didn't take us very long to both come. He laid down next to me and pulled me against his body. He put his hand through his wet curls and grabbed his phone.

"It's Max" he said as he looked at the messages. "Fewtrell" he clarified.
He put his phone against his ear to listen to the voice messages.

"I think I need to go, there's something wrong" He looked at me. "You wanna come with me?"

I obviously wanted to come with him because I wanted to spend all my time with him but I kissed Max Fewtrell only a couple of days ago.
We didn't really talk about it after that, so maybe he regretted it.

Maybe it wouldn't be weird if I went with him?

This might be a stupid idea, it could be the worst decision but I wasn't really thinking straight, I was on a high after this amazing evening.

It would be nice to walk next to him and pretend he was mine again.

"I will come with you" I smiled.