I don't know why I didn't argue when she denied
the kiss. Maybe I was still dazed from the surgery, or just shocked
that she would broach the subject at all. I had thought I would never
see her again...and I
tortured myself, again and again, with the memory of
that kiss. Now she's negated it, blaming the whole thing on an overflow
of emotion. I'm not sure what to think anymore...
Max
Maybe I was wrong to shoot Logan down like that, but after the dream, or whatever the hell it was that we shared, I was a little freaked. I saw the look in his eyes, the need flaring bright, and it occurred to me that he was in love. And then, before I knew it, I was a babbling mess, explaining it all away. But what really got me was how fast he agreed to everything I said...maybe I was wrong about his feelings for me, maybe he was embarrassed when I kissed him...I don't know what to think...
Logan
I know I shouldn't have agreed when she was making excuses. I should've taken her in my arms and held her tight. I should've told her that everything was going to be fine, that she didn't have to worry anymore. That's what I should've done...but it's too late now. Besides, she probably would've broken my arm if I had tried anything. But that's just how Max is...she hates feeling penned in, trapped. It makes her mean...she can't help it though...she was made that way.
Max
I mean, sure, I kissed him, but I did it because I wanted to...simple as that. It's not like there was an underlying reason for it...seemed like the thing to do at the time. You know, the big weepy ending, two people torn apart...it was drama, that's all. But I knew he would make it out to be more than what it really was. That's just how Logan is...he's the tragic loner, the martyr...it's in his blood...
Logan
After that kiss, that amazing, exciting kiss, I
drove back home in a daze. I had to stop myself several times from
turning around and going back to her. I tried to think of all the
reasons not to go back...but the image of Max leaning in my window and
covering my mouth with hers...that was almost enough
too break my resolve. I attempted to turn my mind
to other matters, but the entire day leading up to, and including, the
kiss kept replaying in my head...
Max
I'm sure he thought about it all the way home,
I saw how shocked he was after I broke the kiss. I was a bit shocked
myself by the emotions that welled up as I watched him drive away.
I didn't know it would hurt. I had never felt like that before...and
I've had to leave lots of people behind. Zack took my mind off the
pain, but only until the next morning when I tried to call Logan and got
Bling instead. And then there was pain no matter which way I went...having
to choose between Zack and Logan. Zack tried to
stop me from going, he actually raised his hand to me,
but he didn't understand that I had to go back.
Logan
I knew why she came back, well...at least I thought I did...until she denied me. I had spent hours replaying the scene...her face dipping towards mine, her liquid eyes, so expressive, closing slowly as she pressed her lips against my mouth. My own sudden intake of air, a smothered gasp in the split second before I began to return the kiss. The way her tongue briefly touched mine...she tasted of honey. God! How long I had wished for this to happen, but I had never imagined that she would take the lead! I plunged my hands into her hair, feeling the silky strands between my fingers. An incredible feeling of 'want' came over me and I flashed back to the night I first saw Max. She was an angel...an angel that had dropped my body guard like a bad habit. Of course I was intrigued when she smashed through my window and ran off into the night. After all, we were on the 18th floor. But even if she had left by the front door, I still would've tracked her down. My curiosity had been aroused, but at that time, my intentions were less than honorable. I simply wanted her...and I was used to getting what I wanted. But all that changed once I got to know her, I still wanted her, but in a completely unexpected way...
Max
I still don't have a clear cut answer as to why
I came back, but I found myself reviewing that kiss as I made my way to
Seattle. I've never really kissed anyone like that before, and it
scared me...my body took control and I felt...hell, I don't know what I
felt. But as I was kissing Logan, my senses all jumped up a notch.
His lips felt like silk and his stubble was sandpaper. I heard his
heart speed up, and when he put his hands in my hair, I could feel each
individual strand that he touched. I parted my lips and lightly touched
the tip of my tongue to his. It was like an electric current connected
us...and it was then that I broke the kiss. I was overwhelmed.
Me! I've fought Lydecker and his goons for years, stood against the
Russian Mafia, and escaped from a maximum security compound when I was
a child! But that kiss scared the hell out of me...and I can't figure
out why. I've been trying not to think of it anymore there's just
too many reasons against this ever going further than it has...and I'm
confused, which I hate...so I
guess the next move is up to Logan. Who knows,
maybe it'll work itself out, right?
Logan
I'm such a fool. I love her and I'm still lying here in bed, going over and over my thoughts, instead of doing something about it, like telling her how I feel! She made the first move...and retracted, I'll admit...so this time it's up to me. God, Max...I want to spend the rest of my life with you...why is that so hard to say? The worst that can happen is that she'll shoot you down again. Like the old saying goes...nothing ventured...nothing gained...
Max
'BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP'
It's him....ou down again. Like the old
saying goes...nothing ventured...nothing gained...
Max
'BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP'
It's him....
