The One : A Selection Novel
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Different armor, but the same idea.
Tonight I was taking down a man.
"You don't talk much,do you?"
"Not when I've been shot."
I pointed towards the thrones.
America: "Go faithful subject, and pay your dept to the king."
Immediately, he stopped kissing me, pulling back to look at me.
America: "What?" I whispered, terrified to break this moment.
Maxon: " Does it . . . does it repulse you?"
America: "What do you mean?"
Maxon: "My back?"
I ran a hand down his cheek, staring directly into his eyes, wanting to leave him with no doubt about how I felt.
America: "Maxon, Some of those marks are on your back so they wouldn't be on mine, and I love you for them."
He stopped breathing for a second.
Maxon: "What did you say?"
America: "I love you."
Maxon: "One more time please? I just-"
I took his face in both of my hands.
America: "Maxon Schreave, I love you. I love you."
Maxon: "And I love you, America Singer. With all that I am, I love you."
Maxon: He sighed contentedly."How are you feeling, my dear?"
America: "I feel like punching you for calling me 'my dear' mostly." I poked his stomach.
Maxon: "Smiling, he crawled to sit over me. "Fine then. My darling? My Pet? My Love?"
America: "Any of those would work, so long as you've reserved it solely for me," I said, my hands mindlessly wandering his chest, his arms. "What am I supposed to call you?"
Maxon: Your Royal Husbandess. It's required by law, I'm afraid."
Maxon: " Look at Me, America."
I blinked a few times and pulled my gaze up to his eyes. Through the pain, he smiled at me.
Maxon: "Break my Heart. Break it a thousand times if you like. It was only ever yours to break anyway."
America: "Shhh," I urged.
Maxon: "I'll love you until my very last breath. Every beat of my heart is yours. I don't want to die without you knowing that."
I curled my legs to my chest and rested my head against the door.
"If you live, " I whispered, "I'll let you call me your dear. I won't complain I promise."
And then I was left to wait.
Maxon: "Hello, my dear,"
America: "Don't start,"
“Maxon: “To be clear, no one agrees with you.”
America: “To be clear, I don’t care.”
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Sexual Content: Some making out, but nothing graphic or described in great detail
Sexual Content: A couple of makeout scenes, but nothing graphic.
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Ever since she was thrown into the Selection, America didn't know what she wanted, who she wanted, or how she felt. With the Selection nearing it's end and rebel forces growing stronger, America is now sure of herself. Now America will risk everything to fight for The One who holds her heart.