Krimson Mind: The Krimson Cycle Vol. 1

Chapter Eleven - Krimson

I sat on the closed toilet lid in my underwear. I had to get out of my jeans because of how much of Max's blood they had absorbed. That and Igor's guts. I really did beat the crap out of him. And I was really sorry about it. In fact, for the first time in my long life, I actually felt sick at the sight of blood.

I washed the rest of his blood off of me in the sink, as he took a shower. He hadn't spoken to me since he'd asked about his 'facelift'. I didn't answer him. But I think he understood that I was kind of messed up in the head, at least where it comes to my heart. Or maybe I'd finally gone completely fucking nutters.

"God, Max! I am so sorry. I just... I don't know!" I sighed as I forced my tears into submission.

"You should be damned glad that we've been friends for as long as we have. Otherwise I might have taken what you did to my face as an insult." Max said, sounding a bit more like himself, now that his face had healed a bit more. "Is there some reason that you're acting like an out of control bloodling?"

"Do you know that this is the second time in as many days that I've hurt someone? I met someone else, and well, I'm not entirely sure what happened to him." My voice was small and quiet as I spoke.

"So you have been on quite a roll, huh?" He said over the sound of the running shower.

"Yeah, you could say that. When I first met James, I simply shook his hand." I explained.

"Now that's not fair! He got a handshake and I get my face rearranged for me!" Max complained. As much as I hated to admit it, he seemed almost okay that our relationship was about to change. If it hadn't already.

"Oh, just wait. It gets better. I took his hand and he had some sort of mental overload. He said that it had something to do with the ley line that runs through Dodge City. I didn't even know there was a ley line in this dinky little town!" I cried. "He ended up in the hospital because he was bleeding out of his eye, nose, ears, and mouth. The MRI that he had said that he was completely fine, though." I reported.

Max turned off the shower and stepped out. He was a gorgeous specimen. He stood just less than six feet tall and probably weighed around 200 pounds or so. His entire frame was covered with toned muscle. His skin was evenly bronzed as though he tanned in the nude. He probably did. It wasn't as though he would die of cancer or anything like that. He kept his golden blonde hair cut short. He said it was because he didn't own a comb. And he had the most hypnotizing, storm-gray colored eyes that I had ever seen on a man. He wasn't just handsome. He was beautiful. He was like a living version of Michelangelo's "David" come to life. But despite all of it, I still wasn't even a little tiny bit aroused. His perfectly sized manhood was mere inches from me, and I didn't even look at it. He was wet and naked, and I didn't want him. I wanted James. A small part of me was sorry about that.

"Still nothing?" He asked, as he was posing for me. I hadn't even realized it. I felt like crying, but I was fresh out of tears.

"I'm so... sorry." I choked.

"Don't be. This must be your heart's way of telling you to move on. I think that any man that could take your attention away from me must be very damned special indeed." Max said with tact and honor. He'd always been a better person that I was. And he still was.

"Really? So, you don't mind?" I asked softly. I was afraid that he'd be pissed at James.

"Oh, I mind. But if my standing here naked and wet and looking like some sort of sex god hasn't gotten me some, then nothing will. Besides, it was only a matter of time until you met your soul mate." He smiled ruefully. "Hey, it's around 4:30, what's good to eat around here? I'm hungry." He asked, trying to change the subject.