Life Without the Selection

Chapter 31

Author's Note:
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Yikes!! I've been gone for a year I'm so sorry :(. Life has been toooooo frustrating and confusing and stressful and I'm finally free!!! But I won't be in a month cuz I'm officially a freshman in high school! Yay!! (Not really yay). Anyway I really want to dedicate myself to writing. It really relieves stress and all. I'm thinking of making a new story (not selection related) after finishing this one. But it's difficult to think of a not so cliche plot :/. Anyway let me stop rambling and get on with the story!!
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After Aspen left, I found myself staring at him as he walked away from my house. What did I just tell Aspen? I know I moved on, but I've known Aspen since my whole life. He treated me like s little sister but then when we began feeling things for each other, I knew that he was the one for me. But that, was all before the selection, before I met Maxon. Aspen will always be a part of me, that's for sure. But I don't know if I can let him into my life like I used to, I couldn't give him my heart and soul, not like I would to... Maxon. I would give anything to Maxon. That is when I realized, that I, America Singer, am in love with Maxon Calix Schreave. I love him. Closing the door, I leaned against the door, feeling the cold surface against my slightly bare back. My fingers gripped onto the yellow floral dress that May forced me to wear this morning. I saw Maxon's head peering out the corridor from the kitchen with a question look on his face.
"Is everything all right?" He asked with a tenderness in his voice. I just wanted to run into his arms and hold on to him tightly. So that's what I did. I sprinted towards him, my bare feet slapping against the floor and jumped into his arms, my arms wrapped around his neck as I breathed into the crook of his neck. I felt Maxon's arm wrapped around my waist, glad he wasn't frightened from my sudden actions.
"America, darling what, what happened?" He asked with such a gentle voice that I could have only heard what he had said. I placed my feet on the ground but just my toes as I pulled away, looking into those blue eyes I could get lost into if I stared too hard into. A quiet moment passed and not a word was spoken. I didn't know how to say anything. What I felt for him, it was something I couldn't say with words.
"Maxon, I love you," I whispered, so quietly and faintly not sure whether or not he heard. He smiled and chuckled slightly, my whole body vibrating as he laughed.
"Why darling I love you too," he simply replied.
"No no, I love you. I love you, with all of me," I said as my hands came to his chest and my fingers were
slightly grappled onto the collar of his shirt. As I leaned into him further I waited for what he would say. The Maxon I know must have felt the same things I did. But there was a bit of me who was terrified of what he'd say. What if he didn't feel the same way as I did? What if I was only a one time thing? What if he wasn't into a committed relationship? What if he didn't love me? Maxon's lips were parted slightly enough to feel his warm breath on me. His eyes searched for my own as he stared right into his own reflection through my eyes.
"America," he said suddenly. I bit my lip as my eyes urged him to say more.
"You have no idea how much I love you. Ever since I met you, I felt like you were one of the best things in my life. You made life worth living for. You are the light of my life, love. Ever since I began to fall in love with you, I knew that I wanted to be the one you'd grow old with. I love you so much America," he said with such a passion I was left with watery eyes as I smiled and pressed my lips against his. If I could, I'd relive this moment until the end of time.
His lips moved against mine as one hand travelled down my spine, sending shivers and making me gasp slightly, as he placed it on the small of my back. His other hand was on my cheek, his calloused thumb caressing ever so slightly on the tender part of my cheek. My hands, placed on his chest, toyed with the buttons on his shirt.
"America, I love you, I love you," he murmured against my lips. I was suddenly moving backwards, as Maxon pressed me slowly and gently against the wall of the hallway. I bit his bottom lip, as my legs wrapped around his waist instinctively. He let out a soft groan as I felt a growing pressure between my legs, making my stomach ache. My hands instantly went to his hair as they swiftly ran through his soft locks of hair. I suddenly was carried away, my lips still entangled with his. Suddenly we were in my room. Maxon sat down on the edge of my bed, as I sat in his lap, my legs still wrapped around his waist. My anxious fingertips found the buttons on his shirt and slowly unbuttoned they one by one. I felt a hand run up my neck as he place his hand on my neck, holding me as he kissed down to my jaw. A small noise slipped between my lips, making Maxon automatically groan. My fingers almost slipped away at the last few buttons, but managed to find his bare chest under my fingertips. Maxon was absolutely beautifully, his body was built and toned, not too much muscles and abs, but enough to make him a perfect handsome model. I felt his abs tense as my fingertips touched his warm stomach. His teeth slightly grazed against my jawline making me bite my lip from making a sound. His other hand slipped behind my back, slowly unzipping my flowery dress. At the touch of his fingers against my bare back, I pressed myself against his chest, sucking in a breath. I felt Maxon's breath against my neck, warm against my cold skin. His lips pressed a soft spot on my neck, allowing me to let out a tiny pleasurable sound erupt from my mouth. With that, Maxon's lips began sucking on that spot. I felt almost lightheaded with just that, as I whimpered and held onto his shoulders. His teeth sank into my neck and I bit hard against my bottom lip, squeezing his shoulders as a hand tugged the hair behind his head. His hair had grown longer, not too long, but my god, he looked so good. Then there was suddenly someone pounding against the door. I squeaked and wrapped my arms around Maxon's neck subconsciously and pressed my self into his warmth.
"America open the door!! I forgot my notebook and I have to get back to school soon!" I heard May's voice through the door and sighed. I looked at Maxon and he pressed a kiss against my lips surprisingly making me jump slightly in his arms.
"It's okay, let the poor girl in," he said with a smile and I rolled my eyes playfully as his hands on my back zipped my dress back. I hopped off his lap and walked to the door and opened it.
"Seriously May?" I said slightly annoyed she ruined quite a marvelous moment with Maxon.
"Well excuse me that we have matching books," she huffed and presssed a book against my chest and stormed into the room grabbing a book and slamming the door as she left, not even acknowledging Maxon's presence. I sighed and turned to see Maxon, sitting on the edge of my bed, his shirt half unbuttoned and his hair a hot mess.
"Teenagers," I sighed and giggled.
"Hey now remember you're still one too," he said teasingly and I rolled my eyes at him.
"Now can we continue where we left off babe?" He said in a husky low tone that almost made my knees buckle under me, and before I knew it I was in his arms again.
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