Maximus' POV of The Lone Dove: #2
Maximus Myers, a treasure to the Queen City High School, his own parents attended and fell in love. His mindset was not a mirror image of his father's, being a businessman was not his main goal when his mother, Anna...
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CHAPTER 43: The Nerve On A Man's Sensitive Heart
Graduation.
High school graduation. I watch Poppy as she steps ceremoniously and delicately on the podium, her hair tied in a floral rose bun, she wore a beautiful midnight business one suit and though I was pulsing with the need to cover the slight dip of her neckline, Ivan shoves me back in my seat. Mouthing for me to 'calm down', yet he was one of the men who could see what Poppy was wearing and feelings don't just disappear over night like I want them too. He still had feelings for her, there was no denying it, but he knew what I feel for her, just how much she means to me...he never pushed his luck...not to such an extent anyway.
I turn back to Poppy, breathing in a long inhale, then an equally long exhale, after this, we were going back home. That's the only thing getting me through this ridiculous event.
"Congratulations seniors of Queen City High." Is all she had to say, before she has the entire senior student body in an uproar. Hollers and cheers, especially from our group, filter and surround the air.
When Poppy smiles, it lights up the world in me, "It's been one long ride, five years and we're officially ready to leave, to start a new chapter, a new beginning wherever we may go next. Whether it's taking a gap year from college, going to college, working or travelling, high school is a place no one could ever forget. I know I cannot, I found laughter in my new collation of friends, I found happiness after the events I believe you have all seen on the news, I found love in a certain individual," She turns her emerald to me, I give her a soft wink and a blowing kiss, she grins, shaking her head, "I found a craft, or a series of crafts in this very school. I believe we all did. I want to personally thank the teachers for being patient and putting up with any and every dilemma faced in us students and I want to congratulate all seniors in ending a glorious year and for new ones to come. Thank you." We stand, united and proud as I whistle for my girl.
She shakes the hands of Principal Dean and many other teachers on the board, just as I stand, congratulating the others, I don't wait a second to move across the grass and towards my golden locks, hugging her from behind.
"Quite the speech, honey." I murmur across the shell of her ear, combing a few strands back as my hands meet the familiar slimness but toned muscles of her stomach. It wasn't college, we weren't sporting ugly hats or Harry Potter robes, just professional clothing, I was in a business suit and Poppy was in her gorgeous one-suits that I can't get enough of.
She turns in my arms, wrapping hers around my shoulders as she caresses the back of my neck, causing a chain reaction of electrical currents down my spine, my left side pocket felt heavy and more abundant, I tighten my hold on her drastically.
"It wasn't too much? I wasn't too vague?" She asks me.
I raise an eyebrow, "It did seem rather directed to a certain someone." I wiggly my eyebrows and grin when she tilts her head back and laughs. Mission accomplished.
