Snowflake - Maxley

CHAPTER 15

I went to all of my classes, dreading my figure skating practice, not knowing if I wanted to see Max or not. I really looked forward to seeing him, yet I don't think I would be able to keep myself from kissing him again if I got the chance.

With these thoughts, I finished all of my classes and went on my merry way to the ice stadium for practice. I made a game plan in my head. I would go in there, survive through practice, and then run home to Tank and give him a big hug. Ok, maybe the last part needs some corrections, but that's not the main objective here.

I went to the changing rooms, mentally calculating how many minutes practice took. Well, it is two hours and thirty minutes long, therefore it is two times sixty plus thirty, which is ninety plus sixty- But before I could even count how many minutes I had to stay focused, my eyes landed on Max who was changing. My face grew red and I forgot how to do math.

Max turned around, seeing me in a daze, just standing and staring at him. He chuckled slightly, slowly walking towards me. "So, snowflake, are you ready to practice?" I only nodded, face still red. He gave me one of his charming smiles, and I almost melted. Damn, he was good. I shook my head, trying to get my head back in the game.

I started changing when I felt a touch on my waist. I sucked in a breath, not wanting to deal with the consequences that would appear if I turned around. Max's hand firmly grabbed my waist and spun me around, clearly impatient. My head hit into his stomach, my eyes traveling upwards to his lips, his face. His mesmerizing face. The two colors that were so different yet beautiful combined. But I didn't get a chance to fully analyze it before his lips were on top of mine and my mind went blank.

Gay warning

I kissed him back without thinking. The happy feeling inside me rose with the kiss, overshadowing the dreadful feeling telling me I was doing something wrong. But I couldn't remember what, this Max's lips and hands were keeping me occupied more than enough.

His hands started traveling upwards, underneath my shirt. I leaned slightly into the kiss, full of ecstasy. The feeling was so strong, so dominant. I was baffled. My own hands started moving, going up and down his back, and then resting in his hair, slightly pulling and tucking. I could feel the smile against my lips, yet my mind couldn't comprehend the smile on my face being too preoccupied with his hands and lips on me.

No more gay

Suddenly there was a bang on the door to the locker room, making me jump and breaking off the kiss. I looked wide-eyed around the room, trying to figure out what was happening. Another bang. "Could you two hurry up, please? You have been there for longer than necessary, and we have moves to master," a voice said from behind the door. I knew this voice very well - Mocha.

I sighed, yet began to change into my practice clothes. Max didn't say anything further, just let me go and changed himself as well. There was still so much tension and heat in the room, that it was almost impossible to breathe. I went to the bathroom to refresh myself. I looked like a total mess. My hair was all over the place, and my cheeks were red, with my lips being puffy and swollen from the aggressive kissing. I quickly splashed some cold water onto my face, hoping it would help, and went to the ice ring, hoping the cold would hide the redness.

As I got there, Max and Mocha were already waiting for me. "Finally. Now chop chop, I hope you two got to know each other because otherwise, this trick will be impossible. Show me what you've got." And so we did. And well enough, after just a few tries, we could do it. I could do a backflip with hands in place while not cutting his face and him being able to secure me. Mocha was over the moon, happy that we finally got it under control.

So we moved on to the harder stuff: him trying to secure me while I do this while skating. It took a couple of tries and tips from Mocha, but we did it. Never in my life have I been happier to have done a trick.

We trained some more, and as our lesson ended, we went to change ourselves. Me into my normal clothes and him into his hockey dress. But I couldn't go home without a sweet kiss goodbye, marking our victory. I was smiling the whole time as I changed back, headed home, and sat down to eat something. All that time, I was smiling. So what if I am doing something that is out of the norm? It helped me with achieving my goal - managing the complicated trick. And it's not like Tank was always nice to me either. He used to bully me into not eating and paying for everything. His one movie doesn't cut it.

Yet as Tank came home that night, my thoughts took a different direction. Why am I cheating on him? He is trying so hard to be a good boyfriend, and I had to break that one rule to not cheat. If he finds out, I am screwed. But I don't even need to be doing this. The whole relationship between me and Max could have been professional, it just got somehow interpreted wrong.

I cuddled Tank after he got home, feeling guilty on the inside. He told me all about him going to therapy, and trying to work on his issues, all about his future plans as a hockey star, with me right by his side. I smiled at this idea. I have been manifesting this since we started dating, yet now I couldn't imagine myself going through with this plan. It wasn't the same anymore. I wasn't the same anymore.

That night I couldn't sleep. I still wanted to be part of Tank's future, just not in this way. But I couldn't break up with him, not when he was trying so hard.

He was the only one who stood by my side when Lizzie left me standing on the dock of the lake, crying and watching in horror as she took her last breath, keeping me safe like she always did. He stood beside me, helping me talk to the police and paramedics. He sat on my bed when I cried for days without end, not even wanting to get up. He was there. And I couldn't just let that go unnoticed. I owe him that much.

And so I made a plan to get the thing with Max under control. I couldn't keep on cheating like this. I either needed to break up with Tank and be with the man my heart beats for, or tell Max to keep his distance so I could keep the relationship I have with the man that was always there for me and never judged me for the worst part of my life.

And I was going to go through with it.