The One snippets: Maxon's POV

The Proposal-Americas room

"Okay?"

"This is a little less embarrassing," I added humorously while handing her the other parcel. "Sorry the wrapping is so bad." I had never wrapped a gift before so it was bad.

"It's fine," America lied while trying not to laugh as she opened the parcel.

She stared at it in awe.

"It's so beautiful," she said. "Did you take it yourself?"

"Oh, no" I laughed while shaking my head. I forgot that she knew I was a photographer. "The picture isn't the gift; the house is."

She looked confused. "What?"

"I thought you'd want your family close by. It's a short drive away, with plenty of room. Your sister and her little family would even be comfortable there, I think."

She still looked so confused.

"Wha... I ..." she stared at me for clarification.

Patiently I explained to her what I thought she would understand. "You told me to send everyone home. I did. I had to keep one other girl—those are the rules—but...you said that if I could prove I loved you..." I let my sentence trail off.

"...it's me?"

"Of course it's you" I said. She looked shocked and stared at the picture of the house.

"We're getting married?" She asked in a whisper, not sure of what to say. "Yes," I said, "we're getting married."
"WE'RE GETTING MARRIED!!!!!!!!!" She shouted and started kissing me and laughing in between each one. I laughed along and kissed her, happy with the love and affection.

She ended up moving into my lap, and continued to kiss me. We stopped kissing playfully and it began to get deep and passionate. She pulled away and looked into my eyes. God her eyes were gorgeous. I held her close and we continued to kiss passionately.

She pushed my suit coat off and her shoes fell to the floor. I slipped mine off as well. I lifted her and crawled deeper on the bed and payed her down gently in the middle. My lips went down her neck and she loosened my tie, throwing it somewhere in her room.

"You're breaking a lot of rules, Miss Singer." I stated jokingly.

"You're the prince. You can just pardon me."

I chuckled darkly. I kissed her passionately on her throat, her ear, her cheek. She untucked my shirt and started fumbling with the buttons. I helped her with the last few and sat up to throw it near our shoes.

She stared at my bare chest in awe. She ran her fingers lightly down my stomach and grabbed my belt, pulling me back down. I came willingly dragging a hand up her leg resting it on her thigh.

We continued making out and then she reached her hands around, digging her fingers into my back. My scarred up back. I stopped kissing her and pulled back to look at her.

"What?" She asked, terrified that she did something wrong.

"Does it...does it repulse you?" I asked nervously.

"What do you mean?"

"My back."

She ran a hand down my cheek, staring directly into my eyes."

"Maxon, some of those marks are on your back so that they wouldn't be on mine, and I love you for them."

Did she just say that she loves me?

"What did you say?"

She smiled. "I love you."

"One more time, please? I just—"

She took my face in both of her hands. "Maxon Schreave, I love you. I love you."

"And I love you, America Singer. With all that I am, I love you."

I kissed her again and I moved my hands to the back of her dress. There are so many buttons!

"How many damn buttons does this thing have?" I complained

"I know! It's—"

I sat up and put my hands on the bust line of her dress and pulled, exposing her slip underneath.

I took that in. God she's the most beautiful thing on the planet. There was a charged silence and I returned my eyes to hers and she sat up, sliding the sleeves of her dress down her back.

We were kneeling on her bed, kissing slowly after she got her dress off.

I wanted to stay like this with her forever. I just love her so much.

Everything was perfect until we heard a crash in the hall.

Shit! What if that's my father? We are both done for if it was.

"It's not him," America whispered, reading my mind. "It's probably one of the girls stumbling to her room, or a maid cleaning, or something. It's okay."

I released the breath I was holding and fell back onto her bed and put my arm over my eyes. Both frustrated and exhausted.

"I can't America. Not like this."

"But it's okay, Maxon. We're safe here." She said laying down and cuddling with me.

I shook my head, dreading saying this; "I want to let all the walls down with you. You deserve that. And i can't now." I looked over at her, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay." She tried to hide her disappointment.

"Don't be sad. I want to take you on a proper honeymoon. Someplace warm and private. No duties, cameras, or guards." I wrapped my arms around her, happy to be with her for the rest of our lives. "It will be so much better than way. And I can really spoil you."

She thought it over and pushed back. "You can't spoil me, Maxon. I don't want anything."

Our faces were so close to eachother. "Oh, I know. I don't intend on giving you things." That didn't sound right. "Well, I do intend on giving you things, but that's not what I mean. I'm going to love you more than any man has ever loved a woman, more than you have ever dreamed of being loved. I promise you that."

We kissed until she pulled back and spoke again.

"Maxon?"

"Yes?"

"Would you stay with me tonight?" I raised my eyebrow. What did she mean by that?
She giggled her song like giggle and continued, "I'll behave, I promise. Just...would you sleep here?"

I looked at the ceiling and thought this through. What if we got caught? I could always just wake up early and leave. I caved.
"I will. But I'll need to leave early."

"Okay."

"Okay."

I took off my pants and socks, then neatly stacked my clothes so that they wouldn't be too wrinkled when I left in the morning. I crawled back into bed with my stomach against her back.

I placed a gentle kiss behind her ear. "Sleep well, my America."

"I love you," she said quietly.

I held her a little bit tighter to show her I love her. "I love you."

I breathed in her scent and fell into a deep sleep.

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How was that? I am so sorry that I haven't been active but as promised, I'm working on stuff. I hope you guys enjoy!
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