You’ll seriously let me go? I ask, glancing back at the time. It’s only been thirty minutes…
Modestly, he waved the compliment away. Sorry I interrupted, he said to my reflection.It’s fine, I answered, tugging out the last pin. I ran my fingers through my hair and draped it over my shoulder. Do I look okay?
Maxon nodded, staring a little longer than necessary. He came to his senses and spoke. Anyway, this idea …You remember that Halloween thing?Yes. Oh, I still haven’t read the diary. It’s well hidden though, I promised.
It’s fine. No one’s looking for it. Anyway, I was thinking. All those books said it fell in October, right?It’s October now. Why don’t we have a Halloween party?
I spun around. Really? Oh, Maxon, could we?
Would you like that?I’m healing rapidly. Please don’t be mad. A girl’s gotta do—
We’ll talk about it later, he grumbles, pressing his forehead to the crown of my head as he blows a warm breath of exhaustion into my hair. I liked it better when you were only turning whole long enough to get fucked, he confesses.I pat his hand, leaning my head back on his shoulder, relishing this semi-sweet moment of affection. Though, they’ve all gotten noticeably more affectionate.
I think Jude’s incident brought us all closer, even though I didn’t start noticing it until after he woke up. My attention was solely on him for those horrifying hours, worrying about pain…that he apparently wasn’t feeling.I can’t go through that fear ever again.