It's Not Three Inches With You

Chapter 22

Max

I kissed her.

Twice.

And it was in that moment that I experienced the second that changed my life.

True happiness.

I was in love with her, with every, single piece of her, from her eyes, to her heart to her body that was now pressed tightly against mine, morning light filtering softly through the curtains of the hotel room.

Her eyes flickered open, and she smiled when she saw me looking down at her.

"Max." she said softly.

"Hi." I breathed back.

Her gaze fixated on my lips before smiling weakly at me.

"Are we...going to talk about it?" she asked and I smirked at her.

"Talk about what?"

El giggled.

"Maybe I can remind you," she said shyly.

"Wanna make a bet?"

I pulled her toward me, kissing with such power it was hard to think.

She made a little sound and my heart swelled with pleasure-filled joy.

"We can't...keep doing this," El breathed, and I could sense the disappointment in her words.

"Beg to differ," I whispered back and kissed her again.

She smiled into the kiss, her tongue lacing the edges of my delicate lips.

Then, slowly and regretfully, we pulled apart once again, standing from the bed to get ready for our second and final day at the happiest place on Earth.

And our final day in California.

Pulling a t-shirt and a pair of red shorts from my bag that I had stuffed at the bottom of the wardrobe, I glanced back at El.

"I...won't look," she stuttered awkwardly as she turned away and I smiled to nobody that could see. (A/N: Why did that sentence literally scream Tara Maclay lol)

"Thanks." I said, sliding the clothes onto my medium frame. El did the same, and the two of us traipsed down the long, luxurious Disneyland stairs.

My father was already seated when we arrived at the café, located just outside of the building.

"Morning," he said with a grin as we approached.

"Morning," El and I chorused before bursting into laughter.

My father sighed, although a smile was still dancing on the corner of his mouth.

"What are you girls getting?" he asked, gesturing to the menus that sat in front of us.

I picked one up, skimming through its glossy pages, El doing the same.

Her eyes lit up when she noticed something and looked straight up at my father.

"Mouse waffles," she said with an excited grin and my father laughed.

"Sounds good. How about you Max?"

I put the menu back down on the table, dramatically rolling my eyes.

"I'll have what El's getting." I said, shooting a sly smile at her.

My father didn't notice it, calling a waitress over to our table.

"Hi, are you guys ready to order?" she asked and my father nodded.