Not Like You

Chapter Nineteen

"Wow, Miel, you look nice," I blushed. I wasn't wearing anything extravagant. Just leggings and a T-shirt.

"Come on in," he comes in and sits on my bed, I join him.

"Just to be clear, I still am taking you on a date. I just have to plan that, and my brain was pretty fucked theses last few days,"

"It's fine. No big deal," he got closer and my body tensed a little bit.

"It was for me. I only had the four walls of my room to imagine how I would kiss you," I gulped and forced myself to look into Max's eyes.

"and touch you," his hand grips my shoulder gently and messages it. It felt too good to be real.

"But, it's not the time. So, what do you want to do," I frowned at the initial tease, but rolled my eyes and turned.

"I don't know. What do you want to do?" he shrugged.

"What would you do if you were alone?" 

"Read and play games," he laughed.

"That's cute," his accent made me blush.

"well, read to me,"

"What?" he smiled and motioned to my bookshelf.

"Read me your favorite book. Or something you're writing. I like the sound of your voice," I blush again and get up.

"Are you sure? I read Romance," he shrugged.

"Maybe it'll give me an idea on what you like," he winked and I laughed, grabbing the first book from  Hush, Hush, and opening it.

"Alright then. You'll get bored at one point, I promise," he motions for me to sit next to him and I do, as he puts his arms around me. I'm tense, but he gently rubs my arm and tilts my head to his shoulder.

"Never with you You always surprise me," I smiled and rise the book.

"Prologue...Chauncey was with a  Farmer's Daughter on the grassy banks of the Loire River when the storm rolled in, and having let his gelding wander in the meadow, was left to his own two feet to carry him back to the chateau..."

We got through the first three chapters before I decided to stop.

"Why'd you stop, Miel?" he asked. I shrugged and put the ook back, bookmark in place.

"Books should be savored. We can read more next time," he smiled.

"Next time?" I fiddled with my shirt and Max laughed.

"I'm just kidding around, Miel. I know there will be next time," I roll my eyes again.

"You are unbelievable," I scoff, half laughing. Max stands up and brushes his shirt off. I take the time he isn't looking to examine him. He was like a piece of art. His muscles were sculpted perfectly, and his tattoos were like black stains on his arm.

"Hey, why are your tattoos only black?" I ask. he shrugs.

"I like the way black looks on my skin. And tattoos are forever," I nod and stand up straight. Max grabs my arm and twirls me.

"What was that?" I ask. He shrugs.

"We didn't do a lot of dancing at the dance," I laugh and push him gently.

"You're so weird," he smiled.

"I know you are, but what am I," I burst out laughing and he does too.

"What are you, a middle schooler?" I ask. He shakes his head.

"No. A middle schooler wouldn't able to kiss you as I did," all jokes sudden;y become serious, and Max's arms crawl around my waist.