CHAPTER 21
Max
I could only touch myself to his photo so many times before I lost my mind. I was hopeful he had and Val could come up with a plan. I needed to be wrapped in Bradley's arms. I needed to smell his stupid rich cologne. I needed to kiss his very beautiful lips. I wanted to go on dates with him for as long as the earth was well and alive.
Was that too much to ask for; to be able to love my boyfriend freely?
I realized I said to him that it didn't matter if we got his parent's validation, because in the end, I would love him no matter what, but, everything was riding on their and the people's validation. It was a scary thought. I couldn't afford to tell him my fears because he was doing everything he could. He would figure something out, right?
I was riding the whole day out laying in his bed, either looking at his photo (doing as you may think) or being on my phone. I guess I was surprised when someone knocked on the door. Of course, my first thought was Bradley. I was excited for a second. I realized that it was Bradley's room, there was no need to knock. There was a second knock, which cured my thoughts. I needed to hide somewhere. I dipped into his wardrobe, I was tangled in his clothes.
"Is anyone there?" Three knocks back to back. It wasn't Bradley. "I'm coming in Mr. Bradley, please be decent if you're in there." I cracked the wardrobe door open to get a good look at the man who entered. He was dressed in traditional clothing, tall and meek. His face grimaced when he saw the bed sheets. I smiled slightly. "Oh my!" He even spoke traditionally. "That boy is a wild one. I never know what I can expect from him," he said weakly. "How many more women until he finds one worthy of marriage?"
Zero, I almost said. I held my tongue. Bradley was mine, not in a possessive, creepy, stalker way, but, in a way that means that I care about him deeply.
It took him a couple of minutes to take his dirty clothes and leave. Luckily, he hadn't checked the wardrobe I was in. I wiped my damp forehead. I was sweating heavily in there. Suddenly, a text went to my phone. I hurriedly opened it. It was from Bradley.
Bradley
Val's doing something, get down here ASAP.
Max
Won't your family see me?
Bradley
Max! Downstairs, right now.
Max
Yes, sir.
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