It's So Much More Than That (A Selection Story)

Chapter 14

Chapter 14: 

I awake the next morning curled up right next to Maxon. He is still sleeping, with a small smile etched on his face. I shift around so that I’m laying on my back now, thinking about last night. I can’t seem to get that crazy smile off my face, and I’m sure that by now my cheeks have turned red, just thinking about it.

Overall, last night was the best night in my life. I was crazy to think otherwise. I was in complete bliss, when one thing turned into another. I don’t really remember everything from last night, just mostly the feeling. The feeling when I thought that things couldn’t get better…they did. The feeling when we became one. Maxon had been gentle, but I still remember how it hurt, and I still feel a little sore now. Besides that, everything else had been perfect, for me anyways. I shake my head, trying to recall more. I remember how our bodies fit perfectly against one another and how I kept wanting more. It was if all of my nervousness had suddenly turned to hunger; a type that I never knew I was capable of.

Slowly, I turn over and wrap my arms around my husband. Even now, I like thinking about how all of this is really true. Eventually, he stirs and I just envelop him closer.

“Mmmmm.” He mumbles. I can tell that he’s awake now, but I want to stay in bed longer. I close my eyes and enjoy the blissful moment.

Eventually I ask, “Maxon, are you awake?” I know the answer, but instead he just chuckles.

Yes, my wife.” He teases. He turns around so we’re facing each other. He reaches over to caress my face, and I just stare into those warm brown eyes.

“What are you thinking about?” I ask, curious. I wondered if Maxon felt the same way I did about last night. There’s a playful expression on his face right now.

“I’m thinking about everything.” He said. For some reason, I’m a tad bit nervous that he didn’t enjoy himself as much as I had. He’s still smiling though, and playing with a strand of my hair.

“Maxon…” I pause, not really knowing how to put this. “Did you…I mean, did you enjoy yourself last night?” The last part comes out as sort of a whisper, and to my relief he gives a wider smile and then takes my face between his hands.

“America…listen to me. Last night was the best night of my life. I honestly don’t know why I was so worried…you have no idea how…wonderful it all was.”

“It was amazing for me too.” I add. He smiles and leans down to give me a small kiss.

“You are so beautiful, America. I know others may not see it as much, but I think you’re the most beautiful thing on the planet, and I think I can get used to waking to this everyday.”

I grin. “I can too.” We just stay there for a while, listening to each other’s hearts. For once, we’re not going to be forced out of bed, and I think we both want to savor this moment as much as the other. Finally, when I think it’s mid-morning, I reluctantly make myself roll of the bed. I go around and give him a quick kiss.

“We should go make something to eat.” I tease. “And I think I should go get dressed.”

“But I like you better this way.” He says playfully. I roll my eyes.

“Come on, I’ll show you how to cook breakfast…now, that’ll be quite the experience.”

“Of course, my persistent wife.” I go and grab some of my clothes from one of the suitcases. I pull out a casual white day dress and the rest of my clothes. It’s going to be a very nice day, and I’d like to go exploring.

“Maxon, can we go down to the beach after breakfast?”

He’s still lounging in bed, gazing up at the ceiling. “Yes my dear.”