He loves me.
Max loves me, and I'm in his arms this very instant, his lips kissing the sanity out of me.
I'm clinging to him as our lips lock in a dance of pure lust. Desire is coursing through me, making me feel hot and wanton, and I can't remember the last time I wanted a man this badly.
Maybe just that night at the parking lot; the night I got pregnant. But even then, I can't compare the two. I was drunk then, with no idea what I was doing, and Mr stranger was nothing but a one night stand. This is better because I have insane feelings for Max, and he apparently loves me for whatever reason.
He raises one of his hands from my waist to my face, and he gently cups my hair which is pooling around us. His fingers sneak behind my ear, holding me steady as we kiss passionately.
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