They settled in front of the TV and watched Chopped. Sophie snuggled up to Maxwell and pictured this being her everyday life.
“Eww, that looks gross.” Maxwell’s voice jolted her out of her daydream of them as a happy family.
“Yeah. I hate liver.” She looked at the screen and smiled. The contestants had to make a desert with liver and white chocolate.
“I know.” He smiled down at her and stroked her hair. “I remember that summer you grabbed a big bite and stuffed it in your mouth.”
“Only because I thought it was steak.” She laughed.
“Only, it wasn’t a big juicy filet.” He laughed along with her. “It was a nasty piece of liver.”
“And I spat it into my serviette when no one was looking.”
“And then you threw it into the toilet and clogged it up.”
“And you lied for me and said it was you.” She smiled up at him. “That was super nice of you, Maxwell.”
“Well, I didn’t want you to get in trouble.” He smiled down at her.
“I know.” She grinned. “And then that night, I snuck to your room and shared my Snickers bar with you.”
“And scared my girlfriend out of the room.”
“You weren’t supposed to have girls in your room.”
“Well, when you are nineteen, you will sneak in as many girls as you can.” He laughed and started tickling her. “I should really get you back for all the girls you scared out of my room by sneaking up in the middle of the night.”
“Well, maybe you shouldn’t have become my confidant.” She shrieked with laughter as he tickled under her arms and rolled around on the couch. She felt his hands still and he pulled her towards him.
“Am I still your confidant, Sophie?” He stared into her big green eyes, searching for an answer.
“No.” She bit her lip. “Well, kinda.”
He sighed. “I want to know something.” He played with her hair and tucked it behind her ear.
“Ok.”
“So the guy you told me about back in Winterside. Do you still love him?”
She looked at him in confusion. “What guy?”
“The guy you wrote about. The one who made you sad.”
“Oh.” She looked away and played with the hair on his chest.
“Is that a yes?” His voice sounded sad and she turned to look at him, something in his voice made her heart start racing.
“No.” She paused. “Well, yes. I still love the guy I wrote about.”
“Oh, okay.” He pulled away from her. “He’s a fool.”
It was in that moment that Sophie did what she should have done that first night. She pulled him towards her and caressed his forehead. “He is a fool, Max. But that fool is you.”
He looked at her in confusion and suddenly a light appeared in his eyes as he realized what she had said. “You love me, Sophie?” His voice was disbelieving.
She looked down, embarrassed that her secret was now out. “Yes. Yes. I love you.”
She heard his sharp intake of breath and felt him pull away from her. She felt bereft and saddened at his withdrawal from her. He stood up and started pacing back and forth.
“I have to go.” He turned to look at her with bleak eyes.
“Whatever.” She turned away from him too hurt to pretend anymore.
“Sophie, please.” His voice was pleading.
“What?” she screamed at him. “What do you want from me, Maxwell? You sleep with me. Treat me like shit. Sleep with me again. Treat me like shit again and now you want to leave after I tell you I love you.”
He stood there with a scared look on his face. She laughed manically. “Now you think I’m having a breakdown or something right. Well you can fuck off Maxwell Van Harkel. Fuck off and don’t come back.” She screamed at him with tears running down her face and she started hitting his chest as he walked towards her and took her into his arms.
“I’m sorry, Sophie. I didn’t realize.” He looked at her with pain in his eyes. “I didn’t want this to happen.” He held her close to him and she sobbed into his chest. She felt exhausted and tired and she no longer wanted to deal with all the thoughts in her head.
“It’s okay.” She finally lifted her weary head and stared at him. “You can go now. I’m okay.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” he whispered in her ear.
“I don’t want this anymore, Max.” She sighed. “You make me feel used.”
“What?” He looked at her like a wounded deer. “That’s never been my intention, Sophie.”
“It doesn’t matter. Please Max.” She yawned and Max felt his heart soften as he stared at the helpless and tired girl he had loved for as long as he could remember.
“No. I’m not going.” He picked her up into his arms, his hands resting against her naked pussy and carried her to the bed.
“Max.” She squirmed in his arms until his fingers were crushed against her clit. She sighed and tried to stop herself from rubbing herself gently against his fingers. The touch of him in her most intimate spot was almost too much to take and she felt herself growing wet.
Max smiled to himself as he carried her to her room. He knew what she was doing but pretended to ignore it. He shifted her in his arms, pretending to get a better balance on her but he was really readjusting his fingers so they were splayed directly against her pussy. The next time she shifted to adjust herself, one of his fingers pushed into her pussy opening and she squealed out. “Max.”
“Yes?” He shifted her again and this time he stuck another finger into her so that he was slowly fingering her as he carried her. He could hear her start to moan and he lay her down carefully on the edge of the bed.
“Nothing.” She looked up at him wordlessly waiting to see what he was going to do next.
“Close your eyes.” He ordered her and stuck his fingers in her again. She obeyed him and spread her legs open. He fingered her and pulled his briefs down, allowing his hardened cock out of its cage. He removed his fingers and slid himself into her and her eyes popped open.
“Oh.” She mouthed at him as he slowly pushed his cock into her deeply and then withdrew it again. She watched as he pulled it out and allowed the tip to rest on her clit. He rubbed the tip of his dick up and down on her clit until he could feel it throbbing and then he slowly entered her again, allowing her pussy lips to tighten around him as he pushed his way into her. He continued entering her slowly and withdrawing from her until she groaned. She reached up and pulled him down on the bed.
She sat on top of him and guided his cock into her and then she rode him hard and fast, until this time they both exploded in passion together. She collapsed on top of him and kissed his chest as she fell asleep. He waited until she had fallen asleep to wrap his arms around her and hold her close to him.
“I love you too, Sophie.” He whispered to her softly. “I love you, too.”
Chapter 12
Sophie kept her eyes closed when she awoke. She had had the most marvelous dream and she didn’t want to wake up out of that world. She had been sitting on the front porch of a house in a rocking chair with a baby girl on her lap. In the front garden, there were two young boys throwing a ball with their dad, her husband—Maxwell. After the game, they had all come running up to the porch to beg for cookies and milk and Max had taken the baby from her and kissed her. She had kissed him back with passion and seen the love and devotion shining from his eyes before they had walked into the house. And then she had woken up. She wanted to go back to the reality of her dreams. If only, there was a way for her to do that.
She felt an arm snake around her stomach and she stilled as she remembered that Maxwell was here with her. Only the circumstances were very different from her dream. She wondered how long it would take him to act like a jerk this morning. She could almost laugh at the shock in his face last night after she had told him she loved him. He had looked like a deer in headlights. She would always remember his face the night he broke her heart. She was a fool. She wished she hadn’t told him she loved him; at least then, she would still have her self-respect.