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I hearher heels clacking on the sleek airport floor before I see her. Lifting my sunglasses to get a better look, this is something I’ve always been taught not to do in an airport. Don’t let the press or the fans see how tired you look after a flight, keep your sunglasses on. But I’ve got to break the rules this time. I need to take this chick in.
She’s something, that’s for sure, a tight pencil skirt—tight but the right side of classy. I’m pretty sure I’m salivating at the vision of her in those sky-high heels and that skirt. Her hair’s a reddish brown and it’s curled; it trails down her back with dark framed glasses perched on her nose. She’s like a teenage boy’s wet dream. Her beautiful ruby tinted lips open and the sexiest American voice almost whispers.
“Max?”
Is it a question? I don’t know about women anymore, it’s like being with Ali has done something to me, it’s not taken away my libido, because there is definitely something stirring in my pants right now. But it’s taken away the ability to approach this girl, the cockiness is gone. I’m not half as sure of myself as I was a few months ago.
This time last year it wouldn’t be a question that the minute we get in whatever limo is waiting outside for us my hands would be all over her, she wouldn’t be able to resist the charms of the world’s hottest rock star. But now? I’m a broken mess of the man I used to be.
“Max?” she repeats, reaching a hand out to me. Terry, my security guard, is standing behind me, almost pushing me towards her. I stagger a smile, trying to play it cooler than I really am.
“Max,” she repeats a little louder, does she think I was ignoring her? I just don’t really know what I’m doing. Do I need a drink? I think I do. She shakes her curls at me as she smiles widely, Terry’s arm is now pushing into my back because there’s a rush of people to my side, the oncoming slaughter of the paparazzi.
“Max!”
“Max Baines!”
“Max, we didn’t expect you back in the States! Are you sorry for what happened here last time?”
“Max, is it true you are no longer talking to Kyle Finch since he announced he’s in a relationship with your sister?”
The flashes are blinding, normally I can tone out the vultures but my head snaps around at that comment. I want to tell him I’ll never stop talking to Finch. He’s my best friend, he’s my brother. I just don’t knowhowto talk to him anymore. I think my face says all I want to say as the flashes are going mad capturing the moment my face dropped, my brow tensed, my mouth opened wide. I feel Terry’s hand on my back, stronger this time but I’m not sure I can connect my brain to my legs. I’m like the smallest rabbit in the brightest, biggest headlights, sweat covers my brow, and I swear perspiration is coming out of every orifice in my body. I feel like I’m going to combust. How do I get one foot to go in front of the other? Is there even any air in here? I can’t breathe. I can’t. I’m closing up. My throats constricted, my eyes watering, I think they must be rolling around inside of my head.
Breathe, Max, Breathe.
I can’t. I can’t. I can’t keep my eyes open either. I…
