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Chapter 31

His hands. I remember his hands the most. The way they touched me. So soft yet rough at the same time. The way they caressed my body, the way they felt against my burning hot flesh.
I lay in bed thinking about the events that just unfolded in my life. My family is dead, I'm practically an orphan. How could something like this happen? What have I done to deserve this? May would never get to marry her knight in shining armour. Mom would never be able to meet my children. Dad would never paint again. Kenna would never see Astra dance in a recitle or make pancakes with her. How could something so bad happen someone so good?
In the distance I hear someone calling my name, but as all the overwhelming thoughts crowd my mind, I tune them out and close my eyes.

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I shoot up from my position and look at my surroundings. Everything was new, but at the same time it wasn't. I was laying down in a very large wood bed and in front of me was what looked like to be a large collage in the making. I knew I wasn't in a lady's room because of the lack of womanly things like a vanity and such. When I focused in on the photos in front of me, I began to realise that they were photos of myself and a man. No, not just any man. The man from my dreams, more specifically the dream I just woke up from. Maxon.
All my memories came flooding back to me at one time. The Selection, our first kiss, Aspen, me making it to the Elite. Marlee getting canned, the Halloween ball where he confessed his love. Me slapping Celeste, the blue bracelet he gave me, my father dying, the attack at the Choosing ceremony.
Every detail of every moment came flooding back to me and I was utterly dumbfounded. On top of all the memories, new ones starts to resurface, the one I just experienced. Beside me a body shifted and an arm wrapped around my waist.
"Come back to bed, America," Maxon, I was guessing, said. So this was his room. I knew it couldn't be mine. I laid back down but didn't move, scared of what I would do.
"You chose me right, Maxon?" I wondered aloud. He say up next to me and switched on the light. He had no shirt on and his hair was an absolute mess. That triggered another memory. The first time we slept in the same bed, the day of the Choosing ceremony.
"What do you mean, America? And why are you up, its two in the morning," he accused groggily. I sat up, too.
"I'm just kind of confused about what is real and what isn't right now." I truly was. Was any part of the dream real or was it just a dream?
"Yes I chose you. You choose me. We are getting married tomorrow, you do remember that, right?" I shook my head. That's was very big news to me."I had a dream, Maxon. It was so strange, it started out at our wedding reception, then to the honeymoon. I got pregnant on the honeymoon with triplets and then I dreamt that I was dreaming that and I was still in the Selection and your parents were alive and then I went into a coma. Your father ran off with the French Queen and tried to go to war with us and me and your mom became really good friends. And then my whole family died in a fire and so much other stuff happened that I don't know what's true and what isn't. Please help me understand." I didn't realise that I was crying until he wiped a tear that feel down my cheek.
"You're okay, America. I'll start from the beginning. You came to the palace as a Selected. You didn't want to be here, but you and I made a deal, you be my friend and I keep you here for your family. One night, after the Report I came to your room and we talked on the balcony. I kissed you but it was horrendous so you said we could erase the history and act like it never happened. Then you kissed me again. After that, we had fights and such but that never tore us apart completely.
"One night on the Report you pulled out one of Gregory Illea's diaries and proposed that we eliminate the caste system. My father didn't like that. As you probably know but forgot, he canned me. He did a lot when he was alive. But there was a rebel attack and we were down in a safe room together. I was prepared to send you home, but I found a way to let you stay. I would have hurt worse to break every bone in my body twice top be away from you. The rest of the story was more recent so you only need to know the basics. At the Convicting, instead of sending the man to jail, you have him your jewelry and told him to, and I quote you directly, "Go pay your debt to the king." It was the most risky but the most wonderful thing I had ever seen you do at the time. That's when I realised I wanted you in my life. The rest is history. I am you every the Choosing ceremony." I remembered everything now. Tears were streaming down my face now. How could I forget such wonderful things?
"I love you so much, Maxon. I'm sorry for everything I've ever done to make you angry. You are the only person in the world that I want to be with. While I was dreaming I think I realised how much it hurt to lose you and I don't want that again. I'll never leave your side I swear." I threw my arms around him and cried into his shoulder.
"I love you too, America. Forever and always."
With that we finished the night with a kiss and some how I knew everything would be alright.
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When the light came streaming in through the curtains, I knew it wasn't by accident. I opened my eyes and sat up. On the other side of the room, Maxon stood in nothing but his boxers, one hand on his hip and the other holding a coffee cup. I had never seen him so normal, it was infatuating. As I stared at his back, I remembered what he did to get the scars that marked him. I instantly became infuriated and huffed out a breath. I climbed out of the bed and walked over to him.
"Good morning, darling," I said. I wrapped my arms around his torso and felt him shift. His kissed my hair line and sighed.
"Good morning, my dear," he replied. I was going to scold him like I usually do, but I was drained. Even after the sleep, I felt the events of last night draining me. I don't know why the dreams were so realistic to me. "What are you thinking about?" He whispered into my ear. I shrugged, nonchalantly. I wouldn't let him worry about me any longer, especially over a dream. The thought of it being so, I don't know, possible, scared me.
"You. Me. Everything." I nuzzled my head into the crook of his neck and sighed. I heard him let out a breath, too.
"You know, we shouldn't be up so early and were not even supposed to be in the same room. It is after all our wedding day," he whispered into my ear. The action sent shivers down my back.
"Maxon, do you want children?" I blurted before I could stop myself. He pulled back from me a little bit but then tightened his arms around me again. "Eventually, but I don't want to share what we have yet. I want it to be us for a little while longer after we get married. Just you and me! Against the world!" He picked me up and spun me around in the air. This is what I lived for. These moments of us. The moments where we could be us and not have to worry about appearances and such. He unlatched the balcony doors and threw them open. The sweet Angeles air was almost intoxicating.
"Okay, and I have another question," I muttered into his chest. He didn't answer at first but nodded his head all the same. "Shoot." I let out a deep breath, know this would be awkward.
"Did we ever... You know, do it?" I rushed out. I brought my face out of his chest and looked him in the eyes. They were bugged out and his cheeks were burning red, as we're mine. He let out a nervous sounding laugh
"Ummm, no not yet. We've gotten, uh, close though," he stumbled out. At the thought his face for even more red if that was possible. "Lets just say there has been a lot of cold showers in the past." The look on my face must have been horrified because that's how I felt. I had put him through that? Even though it was painfully awkward to talk about, I kept on.
"I can't believe I put you through that, I'm so sorry," I said completely mortified. He shrugged his shoulders and smiled. "It's worth it, though. I get to see your beautiful self every time." He turned and buried his face in the base of my neck, making me gasp. I felt him chuckle against my skin and I felt the vibrations roll through my body. He sloppily kissed my neck, slowly moving up wards. Ever so often he would graze his teeth against my flesh and sent another gasp flying out of my mouth. Fed up, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his face up to mine.
"I'm not going to put you through that ever again," I vowed. He laughed again. "Darling, it was me that stopped it, not you," he admitted. At those words, my I started to feel the hunger that I felt in the dreams, and I couldn't contain it. I smashed my lips to his and pulled him closer to me. He groaned into my mouth and he gripped my hips. He released one of my hips, only to tap my thigh. I wrapped my legs around his torso which slightly pushed us back wards. We were now fully on the balcony for every body to see, but thankfully there wasn't anybody there. Hopefully.
"Do you trust me?" He asked.
"Of course," I replied. He let go of my waist and backed up. He looked at my frazzled state and smiled. I could see my reflection in the window. My hair was a mess and my tee shirt was crumpled.
"Then trust me when I say that I want to do this when we are married." I felt the blush rising up my neck and I couldn't help but let out a nervous laugh."Um, okay." We stood in silence. But it wasn't as awkward as I thought it would be. I was comfortable around him.