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Chapter 27 Bonus Scene
Sophie looked up when she heard the front door open to the apartment she shared with Max. Laying down the knife she was using to slice the peppers and onions needed for the fajitas she was fixing for dinner, she rushed to meet him.
"Max!" she practically squealed and he barely had time to drop his keys in the bowl on the entryway table before she jumped in his arms.
Never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, he wrapped her in his arms and lifted her up, groaning a bit when she wrapped her legs around his waist. "Hey, Gorgeous. You seem extra happy to see me," he teased kissing her soundly on the lips and taking a few extra seconds to dip his tongue in her mouth.
"Mmmm, did you make one of those for me, too? You know margaritas are my favorite," he told her as he tasted the salt and the sweet tang of her drink when he dipped his tongue in her mouth.
Sophie wrapped her arms and legs tighter around him, so very happy to see him. Ever since she'd seen Edward earlier in the day, she'd felt so light and carefree and she absolutely couldn't wait to tell Max about catching up with Edward again after all this time. If he wouldn't have been busy and out of reach all day, she would have told him as soon as she got in her car to go home. That thought had her remembering that Edward said the exact same thing about calling Isabella, which made her giggle into Max's mouth.
"Really, Soph, as fucking awesome as it is to have you jump me as soon as I walk in the door, and feel free to do that anytime by the way, what the hell is going on with you? I haven't seen you this excited since I put that," he said with a tip of his chin, "on your finger. Spill it, Gorgeous. What's going on?"
Reluctantly, he let her down, because really, having her pressed up against him like that, especially after the shitty day he'd had, felt so good, but he wanted to know what had put that huge smile on her face.
Sometimes he had to pinch himself because he couldn't believe that someone as beautiful and good as her would ever fall for someone like him. They had been together a long time now, not to mention she was wearing his ring; you'd think he'd know better. They had been together almost two years, since they were both thirty-one, and almost from the first moment he'd met her, he couldn't imagine a life without her. Where she was red-haired, he was blond. Where her eyes were the most brilliant of blue, his were the most unique shade of hazel, which sometimes were more green and others more brown depending on his mood. Where she was lithe and lean, he was tall and well-built. Where she exuded calm and serenity, he was always on the go, always in motion. They were total opposites but that had never mattered as far as either one of them were concerned.
She giggled when he squeezed her ass but was so excited to tell him about her day, that she just grabbed his hand and dragged him to the breakfast bar where she had a pitcher of margaritas and a glass with a heavily-salted rim waiting for him. She rolled her eyes when he grabbed a chip and dipped it in salsa with one hand and poured himself a drink in the other.
When he quirked his eyebrow at her so she would tell him, she bounced on her bare feet and said, "I saw Edward today!"
Poor Max, with all the things she could have said, that most definitely was not what he'd expected as evidenced by the fact that he choked on his chip and spit out his margarita. "Seriously?" he dumbly asked, because the look on her face said it all.
"Yep," she giggled again and popped a chip in her mouth.
"Well, are you going to tell me about the famous Edward Cullen or are you going to make me guess?" he teased once he finally caught his breath.
She fixed their plates and they sat at the breakfast bar while she filled him on everything: how happy he looked, what he'd told her about Isabella, that he'd apologized to her...how she felt about seeing him. Everything.
"Max, it was so good to see him. I've been wanting to talk to him so badly ever since we got engaged but I wasn't even sure he would want to talk to me," she told him with a sigh.
He turned to face her and pushed her hair back over her shoulder. He'd known she was missing her old friend, especially once he'd proposed. Hell, he'd even contemplated approaching Edward for her because he knew how much it would mean to her to reconnect with him. Admittedly, he kind of wanted to kick Edward's ass for hurting his Sophie in the first place, but there is no way he'd upset her that way. Didn't mean he hadn't thought about it a time or hundred, though.
"Soph, of course he'd want to talk to you, and I would bet if you asked him he'd tell you he wished it hadn't taken this long," he told her as he grabbed her hand. "I am really happy you got to see him. Do you feel better now that you two have cleared the air?" he asked and he couldn't help but growl, just a bit with the residual anger he had.
He couldn't help it. He knew Edward had hurt her by acting the way he had and, well, that shit just didn't fly with him, especially where she was concerned.
"I do," she nodded at him. "Max, I know you don't really understand why I never gave up on him, even when he shut me out so completely, but I just couldn't."
Call him stupid, but he'd never had a problem with her friendship with Edward. Of course that was because it was before she'd met him, but even afterward, when she would talk about him, he had no doubts at all that there were never any romantic feelings between the two of them.
"Ah, Gorgeous, you know I would never tell you to give up on someone you obviously consider such a good friend. Um...did you tell him about me?" he asked softly, not quite sure what he wanted her answer to be.
She laughed at him and leaned forward so she could kiss him quickly on the lips. "Of course I did! I told him all about you. You're the most important person in my life not to mention my fiancée."
He reached up and held her face in his hands and then pulled her close so he could kiss her. Slipping his tongue into her mouth, he massaged her tongue with his and kissed her until he had to move so that they could breathe.
"I love you, Sophie, so much," he whispered to her. "And, I love seeing you so happy."
"Oh, Max, I love you, too, baby. I can't wait for you to meet Edward and Isabella. If it's okay with you, we're going to have dinner with them both next week," she sort of half asked, half told him as she ran her hands through his hair.
"Gorgeous, of course it's okay with me. You know I've always wanted to meet Edward, and you know I can't ever tell you no either," he admitted, though it was nothing she didn't know already.
She slipped off the stool and started putting the dishes away and he smiled as he watched her. He really was happy for her and hoped that now that she'd found Edward again, he would stay in her life the way she'd always hoped he would. He wanted her to have everything and that went especially for her friendship with Edward. As long as he didn't hurt her again, he was perfectly fine with Edward being in her life.
She giggled when he squeezed her ass but was so excited to tell him about her day, that she just grabbed his hand and dragged him to the breakfast bar where she had a pitcher of margaritas and a glass with a heavily-salted rim waiting for him. She rolled her eyes when he grabbed a chip and dipped it in salsa with one hand and poured himself a drink in the other.
When he quirked his eyebrow at her so she would tell him, she bounced on her bare feet and said, "I saw Edward today!"
Poor Max, with all the things she could have said, that most definitely was not what he'd expected as evidenced by the fact that he choked on his chip and spit out his margarita. "Seriously?" he dumbly asked, because the look on her face said it all.
"Yep," she giggled again and popped a chip in her mouth.
"Well, are you going to tell me about the famous Edward Cullen or are you going to make me guess?" he teased once he finally caught his breath.
She fixed their plates and they sat at the breakfast bar while she filled him on everything: how happy he looked, what he'd told her about Isabella, that he'd apologized to her...how she felt about seeing him. Everything.
"Max, it was so good to see him. I've been wanting to talk to him so badly ever since we got engaged but I wasn't even sure he would want to talk to me," she told him with a sigh.
He turned to face her and pushed her hair back over her shoulder. He'd known she was missing her old friend, especially once he'd proposed. Hell, he'd even contemplated approaching Edward for her because he knew how much it would mean to her to reconnect with him. Admittedly, he kind of wanted to kick Edward's ass for hurting his Sophie in the first place, but there is no way he'd upset her that way. Didn't mean he hadn't thought about it a time or hundred, though.
"Soph, of course he'd want to talk to you, and I would bet if you asked him he'd tell you he wished it hadn't taken this long," he told her as he grabbed her hand. "I am really happy you got to see him. Do you feel better now that you two have cleared the air?" he asked and he couldn't help but growl, just a bit with the residual anger he had.
He couldn't help it. He knew Edward had hurt her by acting the way he had and, well, that shit just didn't fly with him, especially where she was concerned.
"I do," she nodded at him. "Max, I know you don't really understand why I never gave up on him, even when he shut me out so completely, but I just couldn't."
Call him stupid, but he'd never had a problem with her friendship with Edward. Of course that was because it was before she'd met him, but even afterward, when she would talk about him, he had no doubts at all that there were never any romantic feelings between the two of them.
"Ah, Gorgeous, you know I would never tell you to give up on someone you obviously consider such a good friend. Um...did you tell him about me?" he asked softly, not quite sure what he wanted her answer to be.
She laughed at him and leaned forward so she could kiss him quickly on the lips. "Of course I did! I told him all about you. You're the most important person in my life not to mention my fiancée."
He reached up and held her face in his hands and then pulled her close so he could kiss her. Slipping his tongue into her mouth, he massaged her tongue with his and kissed her until he had to move so that they could breathe.
"I love you, Sophie, so much," he whispered to her. "And, I love seeing you so happy."
"Oh, Max, I love you, too, baby. I can't wait for you to meet Edward and Isabella. If it's okay with you, we're going to have dinner with them both next week," she sort of half asked, half told him as she ran her hands through his hair.
"Gorgeous, of course it's okay with me. You know I've always wanted to meet Edward, and you know I can't ever tell you no either," he admitted, though it was nothing she didn't know already.
She slipped off the stool and started putting the dishes away and he smiled as he watched her. He really was happy for her and hoped that now that she'd found Edward again, he would stay in her life the way she'd always hoped he would. He wanted her to have everything and that went especially for her friendship with Edward. As long as he didn't hurt her again, he was perfectly fine with Edward being in her life.
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