Stain (Stain #1)(69)
“We’ll get through this. We’ll be okay.” My bruises are a quick and painful reminder that I can’t smile. We hug and she holds on too tight and for too long, but I say nothing. And then she’s gone and I’m left alone.
Letting out a long sigh, I raise my hand to tuck my hair behind my ear when my eyes land on the bracelet around my wrist. Maddox’s bracelet. Mindlessly, I trace it with the fingertips of my other hand. Has he come to see me? I can’t even imagine what I look like, but the thought of him seeing me this way is heartbreaking. I’m sure he was here. I remember hearing his voice from some distant part of my altering state of consciousness. Or maybe I imagined it?
I lie down and rest. Not really sleeping but somewhere in between slumber and wakefulness. My heart knows only the syllables of his name and so it beats longingly for him. And as if luck is finally on my side, he appears, conjured up by my sheer will alone. The tiniest of sounds calls my attention across the room. The lights in my room are dim, set low, so I can’t really see the features of the shadowy figure quietly closing the large wooden door of my hospital room. But I’ve spent an innumerable amount of time looking at this guy, studying not just the breathtaking aesthetics of his face, but his body as well. I know his features and his heart. I can pick him out blind in a crowded room. I’m the lock and he’s the key. Because in understanding him, I finally understand me. I accept all that is me. How could I not recognize the other half of my heart?
I squint my eyes. “Max?” I jolt forward in the bed, my hasty movements causing me pain, but I don’t care. I pull the blankets from my legs and just as I’m twisting to the side about to jump off, I realize the IV bag I’m attached to won’t let me go too far. But he’s there before I can miss him. He has me in his arms, my head on his chest, and his hand through my hair. Ecstasy isn’t simply a feeling, it’s this place right here, being so protectively enveloped in Maddox’s arms.
I hear his shuddering intake of breath. Feel the hard, long press of his kiss on the top of my head, and I know I’ll never get enough of this man. Never.
Pulling back, he takes my face between his hands in that way he loves to do, only this time it’s with infinite tenderness. His beautiful gray eyes are soft with emotion. “Do you trust me, Aylee?”
“With everything I am.” It’s an emphatic, unwavering avowal.
He presses his forehead to mine and kisses me softly as though my answer is something he’s waited on forever. “Run with me.”
“Max…” I trail off, my mind suddenly working. “You killed for me.” It’s not a question. I breathe the words against his lips like it’s a secret only he and I can taste. It would be natural to be disgusted and afraid of what he’s done, to be afraid of him, but what I’m feeling doesn’t even come close to fear.
“It didn’t feel good, but I’d do it again, Aylee. I’d do it all over again if…”
“Shhhh.” I pull away and take his face between my much smaller hands and kiss his nose, cheeks, and then his forehead. “You want me to run? I’ll run with you, Max.”
“I love you.” It’s a raw, breathtaking confession that I take to my soul when he fuses our mouths together.
***
Maddox
She told me to wait, so I’m waiting. I’ve been waiting for hours since I left the hospital. Sitting in a nearly empty bus depot, my hoodie on, my head low, I continue to wait. Another two hours pass and I start to get the sinking feeling that maybe she’s not coming. Three more hours and I’m sure of it. I turn everything off and go into survival mode. I hop on the nearest bus, find a seat in the back, and keep my head down. If I let myself think for even the smallest second, then shit’s going to get bad. So it’s better not to think. I stay in the moment. Passengers get on, and the sound of the door closing and the engine starting intensify the thrashing in my chest.
“I’m sorry for making you wait so long.” I feel the sweet breath of her whisper and my head whips to the side to see her smiling face. I’m nearly knock to the ground by the heady rush of happiness I’m feeling. “We’ll run forever if we have to. It’s you and me against the world, love.” Her smile, God, that smile is everything to me. She leans in to kiss my cheek before setting her head on my shoulder and interlocking our fingers. “If we go down…it’ll be together.”
The End…
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