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"You spent years sending me messages that told the tale of you."

"Oh, I forgot about that," how could I forget that I spilled all my secrets to this man?

"Take what you want," he urged.

"But what if I don't get it?"

"You will."

"And how do you know that?" I snapped. I was losing patience.

"It's obvious what you want. It's written all over you. I'm not going to give it to you, you will have to take it for yourself. And I promise you baby; you will get what you want."

"Don't make promises you can't keep, Max.”

"I can keep this one."

"Why are you so sure? "

"Because I want the same thing."

Everything stopped.

Could I do it?

Could I reach for something I want and get it?

Fuck it.

If he rejected me, I was going to move out, and that was it.

But at least I would know I tried.

I tried to be courageous for once.

I pushed up on my toes, took his face in my hands, and pulled his head down. I didn’t need to pull. He met me halfway. The moment his lips touched mine and electric current slashed through me. He stood there, his hands under my shirt on the skin of my back, and he let me explore slowly meeting, a peck for a peck. It was only after I traced the tip of my tongue that he lost control. His mouth opened over mine, and his tongue pushed my lips all the way open, plunging it into my mouth.

Sweet Mary.

I never knew you could kiss like that. I never knew a kiss could make you brave. That it could make you strong.

That it could free you from your past.

That it could fight the pain and dark away.

That it could obliterate all the lonely nights you cried yourself to sleep.

That it could make you forget every hit you took even for just that moment.

I never knew that a kiss could give you energy. Energy to live. To breathe. To make you live. To say that a kiss from Max was the best kiss of my life was an understatement. His hands went to my ass, and he flushed us together. I could feel him. I could feel all of him. And he was hard everywhere. I reached down and squeezed his ass back, pushing his hardness to my softness.

I wiggled and moaned, trying to alleviate even a smidge of the pain that gathered at the apex of my thighs. When that didn’t happen, I tried to hitch my leg high enough so I could reach his hip and have a new angle to rub better.

“Stop,” Max broke the kiss panting.

He touched his forehead to mine. His eyes closed.

“What? Why are we stopping?” he appeared to be in pain.