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Oh good Lord.
I’m going to die.
America Singer. Cause of Death: Nine Sexy Words Said By Maxon Schreave.
“And I, so desperately, wish to unzip this dress,” he whispers in my ear. Voice heavy. Mouth on my neck. Hand on my shoulder. Oh my God, I was going to die. Maxon has never been hotter and I’m here for it. But I’m also going to have a heart attack because of it. I’ve never seen this side of him. I’ve seen stiff, boring, distant Maxon on the Illea Capital Reports from my living room. I’ve seen nervous, soft, boyish Maxon during our first kiss(es). Even when we were making out in the safe room during the rebel attack, he wasn’t like this. But now that I’ve seen this side, the side where he pushes me up against the wall tells me he wants me, I don’t think I can ever go back.
I’ve dreamed of this moment longer than I care to admit, but I’ve never really thought Maxon shared the same sentiments. Honestly, after the “Red Dress Incident” I was worried that I’d lost all sexual appeal. But it is so clear to me now that he wants this even more than I do. His big, brown eyes are wide and looking into mine, waiting for a response. His hand hesitantly leaves my shoulder and moves towards the zipper on the back of my dress. I can tell he has no idea what he’s doing, but it’s cute. Sort of endearing.
Fortunately, for him, whatever he’s doing is working. I feel like the only girl in the world. Unfortunately, for him, I haven’t said anything at all, only parted my lips and gasped. Plus, I have a really bad RBF, so I probably look furious. I see a spike of panic in his eyes, and he hastily removes his hands from me. I have no idea what to say as he turns away. Finally, he turns to me and says,
“America, I’m so sorry. That was incredibly inappropriate, and it shall not happen again. I hope I didn’t make you feel uncomfortable or violated-“
“Maxon Calix Schreave, stop your blubbering. I’m fine. I don’t feel upset or scared or uncomfortable or violated or anything like that. In fact, it’s quite the opposite. Here I’ll show you,” I grab his hand and pull him closer. What I’m about to do will make or break our relationship, but either way it will go down in history. Hopefully, this won’t end up like “The Red Dress Incident.”
With my free hand, I pull up my dress until my panties are showing. All of my legs are left exposed as I tuck the front of my simple, silk dress into my bra. His head is facing downwards like the gentleman he is. He won’t even look. I feel his hand sweat. A little gross, but it’s cute how nervous he is. Encouraged, I continue. I part my legs and place his hand in between them. His head swings upwards. His mouth hangs open. I smirk at him. The look in his eyes is priceless, and his touch is tentative. I wait for him to say something.
Obviously, he can feel the growing wetness ‘down there,’ right?? I wasn’t just hallucinating its presence, was I?
“So are you going to say anything? You do know what this means, right?” I ask him.
Oh God.
What if Maxon has never been talked to about this stuff? It never occurred to me that he may have never had “the talk.” I mean, it’s not like it’s professionally taught to the lower castes, but my mother always made sure I was taught everything. I may be a 5, but I’m not uneducated.
Do they teach this stuff to future sovereigns?