1 EXCERPT

Sneak peek JOSIE and MAXWELL

 " Professor Maxwell good morning " I say to him as I step in his office 

 " Good morning Josie. What's in your hands?" He questioned as his eyes does a clean sweep at me. 

 " Nothing exactly just some sandwiches I made for us both " having said this I have my sit. 

 " Welll...... Maxwell, professor Maxwell " 

 " What's wrong Josie I thought we had an agreement?" 

 " Yeah, I guess which one?" 

 " All of it " " okay?, You smell and your saint different? I like it " 

 " You're not looking at me " 

 " It doesn't mean I can't see you " 

 " I don't know that " 

 " Well Josie over here and have a look " he turns to me and I move over and he suddenly pulls me over on his laps 

The rims of Maxwell eyes were inflamed. I could see it through the his glasses which he told me that they were not recommended it makes him look grown but to me it makes him look hotter. 

He rubbed my nose with the heel of his hand. And then he asked, "Do you want to practice kissing?" pushing his laptop backwards as I try to scurry out of his arm and off his laps

I didn't know what to answer. I already knew how to kiss, didn't I? Was there something more to learn? But while these questions were going through my head, Maxwell was going ahead with the lesson. He came around to face me. With a grave expression he curled him arms around my neck.

The necessary special effects are not in my possession, but what I'd like for you to imagine is Maxwell handsome face coming close to mine, he's sleepy tired eyes closing, his medicine-sweet lips puckering up, and all the other sounds of the world going silent — the rustling of our clothes, his cleaner's doing their jobs outside the door you could hear them sweeping leg lifts downstairs, the airplane outside making an exclamation mark in the sky — all silent, as Maxwell highly educated, warm soft lips met mine.

And then, somewhere below this, my heart reacting.

Not a thump exactly. Not even a leap. But a kind of swish, like a frog kicking off from a muddy bank. My heart, that amphibian, moving that moment between two elements: one, excitement; the other, fear. I tried to pay attention. I tried to hold up my end of things. But Maxwell was way ahead of me. He swiveled his head slantly then suddenly I felt a something griping hair then I remembered his hands were curled up around my neck I felt relaxed the hand fluffing and gripping my hair it felt so soothing. Feeling left out and wanting to make a move to I moved my head slightly and turn back and forth the way those actresses did in the movies but slowly as I was still not as good and didn't want to spoil the mood. Feeling him pull out slowly I did the same too, "You're cute." All my face became red and I became e a blushing mess I stood stiffly with arms at my sides. Finally Maxwell broke off the kiss. He looked at me for a moment, and then responded, "Not bad for your first time." all of a second he became touchy and poked my nose " your freckles looks so cute." 

 " Like a twink?" He looks at me surprised by the word I spat out 

 " What?" " Do I look like a twink " I whispered 

 " I don't know and didn't you say you didn't like that word being said to you?" 

 " Well I guess I'm finding out I don't feel insulted anymore " 

 " Okay " I spoilt the mood. I try to stand up but his hands are around me and his fingers are gripping my laps and soothing it a the same time. 

 " Did you eat this morning?" 

 " No I answered " 

 " Well I know what I want and I'm looking at him right now " my brains went awire as he said that.

 He sits me up on his table and stand's towering over me. My heart beats faster and faster as Maxwell beautiful face came up to mine. I hope that when he kisses me he would be obsessed, and forever wed my unutterable visions to his perishable breath, my mind would never romp again like the mind of Gold. So I waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning fork that had been struck upon a star. Then he kissed me. At my lips' touch I blossomed like a flower and the incarnation was complete...

 It felt so dream like. It's happening again. In the shadows his face was so close to mine that I could smell the sweet ropy fragrance of the coffee he had drank this morning, and then his tongue was in my mouth. In all truth I had not expected this prodigy of a tongue; turning, I had merely wished to look at his face, expecting only that the expression of aesthetic delight I might find there would correspond to what I knew was my own. But I did not even catch a glimpse of his face, so instantaneous and urgent was that tongue. Plunged like some writhing sea-shape into my gaping maw, it all but overpowered my senses as it sought some unreachable terminus near my uvula; it wiggled, it pulsated, and made contortive sweeps of my mouth's vault: I'm certain that at least once it turned upside down. Dolphin-slippery, less wet than rather deliciously mucilaginous and tasting of Amontillado, it had the power in itself to force me, or somehow get me back, against a doorjamb, where I lolled helpless with my eyes clenched shut, in a trance of tongue....

 All I could hear are muddled up words and sighed coming out from both our mouths his hands at the brisk of my hips holding me firmly as if I was going to escape or run and flee for my life. I don't plan on doing that. I feel an intense burn in my stomach and the butterfly flying around the way he's looking at me make me want to jump on him. Is this how he looked at his other lover's my mind questions and I shake it away. 

 "Josie...... " He says again but in a moan form capturing my bottom lip again for the third time