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The King and I Chapter 2

A/N: Welcome to chapter 2 of King and I.

Edited: Sep 19, 2023! (wanted to add some dialogue between Maggie and Elvis)

Word Count: 10.2k

WARNINGS: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Half of this chapter takes place in the Playboy mansion (yeah, I know it wasn't open to the public in 68 and Elvis never actually visited but it's an AU). Bisexuality, smut, and masturbation.

Soundtrack: Let Yourself Go by Elvis Presley If I Can Dream by Elvis Presley Somebody to Love by Jefferson Airplane Gracias La Vida by Kacey Musgraves Slow Burn by Kacey Musgraves

THE KING AND I chapter 2

Maggie's head was filled with thoughts surrounding Elvis from the previous night. It was the first time in the weeks that dreams of her time in the war had disappeared. She couldn't help but think about how Elvis's leather-clad body would feel against hers. How those hips would move against her in a rush of passion and how the rough leather would feel against her lace-covered pussy. She moved her hands to caress her breasts and squeeze them through her nightie, imagining Elvis's ring clad hands toying with her, teasing her until she begged him to touch her in her most sensitive place. Her hand seemed to have a mind of its as it moved down into her panties, where she began to picture the rockstar moving his mouth against her, working her clit with his tongue and teasing her labia and sucking it until it was too sensitive for her to handle. She felt herself become wetter; she began to thrust two fingers into her pussy with the thoughts of how big his cock was. How amazing it would feel to stretch her out and make her his.

She could feel her climax coming, her thoughts running more rapid until—

There was knock her door taking her out of her lustful haze "Maggie Mae! Time to get up we got a spa day in about an hour!" Maggie nearly let out a grunt of frustration as she pulled her hand away from her crouch.

"I'll be right there!" Maggie muttered through gritted teeth, her frustration simmering just beneath the surface. She forced herself to get up, her legs protesting with soreness from their restlessness the day before and her pussy crying for attention. She would finish herself off in the shower but it was too late, Cece's voice had broken her out of her dreamy lustful state. Usually she wouldn't be this riled up but the truth of the matter was that Maggie hadn't been touched by a man in over four years. The last time she had felt any semblance of passion was when she was eighteen, and Billy Jenkins had decided to kiss her in the back of his truck, with the movie 'Viva Las Vegas' playing in the background. During her time in Vietnam, she believed that putting aside thoughts of romance and intimacy would help her focus on her duties as a nurse.

It had been easier said than done to put those thoughts aside during her time abroad. There had been handsome soldiers and gorgeous nurses, moments when sparks could have ignited. But for the sake of her patients and her own sanity, she had buried those feelings deep within herself. The relentless stream of deaths she had witnessed almost daily had forced her to build a wall around her heart — and her body . She couldn't afford to become too attached; it would have been too unbearable to lose another love to the merciless grip of war.

But she wasn't in the war anymore. She was home, and her body was screaming for some physical attention. It probably didn't help seeing Elvis Presley sing Jailhouse Rock while he wiggled his hips in that black leather jumpsuit. Maggie couldn't help but wonder if there were any other women in that audience that felt the same way she did. Their bodies becoming so riled up with just presence of Elvis there, they couldn't help but be pulled into a fit of raging ecstasy.

Normally, Maggie wouldn't be swayed by the presence of a handsome man. In fact, there were several sergeants who had all the nurses blushing left and right when they came in for check-ups at the EVAC hospital. Many of them jokingly proposed to Maggie. At first, she took it as a lighthearted jest. However, as time went on, she discovered that some of these men genuinely hoped to return home with a woman on their arm. It was tempting, but all those thoughts faded when she witnessed the heart-wrenching sight of her fellow nurse, Betty, remaining steadfast at the bedside of her lover, who had suffered multiple bullet wounds. He was sent home the next day in an American flag-covered casket, and Betty was never the same. She lost her smile, her sense of humor, and her ability to sleep. One day, she disappeared without a trace, leaving everyone in Maggie's unit wondering what had happened to her.

But Elvis Presley was different. I mean, of course, he is! He's a sex symbol! Elvis hadn't even touched Maggie, yet he was suddenly causing her to have all these thoughts. She had read stories in the newspaper about him and his female co-stars, how he had dated nearly every single one of them. Normally, that wouldn't be shocking, but those movies were coming out three or four times a year! The man had certainly been busy and she had no doubt he was an expert in the art of love making. The movement of his hips told Maggie all she needed to know. But he also wasn't the kind to be tied down, no rockstar is and she wasn't the type to just jump into bed and leave it then and there. If anything the thought of love making scared Maggie.

It wasn't just the idea of making love that frightened her; it was the thought of falling in love. She wasn't the type to engage in casual sexual encounters with just anyone; Nan had taught her better than that. But as Celeste and Bella had pointed out to her, women, just like men, had needs that required fulfillment. She was too young at the time to understand exactly what her cousins were going on about. It wasn't until she was eighteen when she saw her first issue of playboy when she learned what an orgasm was. And it wasn't until Billy played with her with his fingers that she learned that an orgasm was even better when a handsome man was the one giving it to you.

The thoughts of the King of Rock 'n' Roll did nothing to cool off Maggie; somehow, even the thought of him made the cold shower water feel warm to the touch. She scrubbed herself harshly, hoping that maybe, in some way, it would wash away her thoughts. However, no matter how vigorously she scrubbed, the thoughts remained.

Just then, Celeste's voice broke her scrubbing concentration. "Babe, you better not be fucking with the shower-head! We only have about 45 minutes now!"

Maggie blushed, hastily rinsing away all the suds, her cousin's dirty comment causing her to scurry out of the shower as if she might burst through the bathroom door with an 'Ah-ha' expression on her face. "Okay, okay! I'm coming!" She hoped that Cece wouldn't notice how flustered she had become.

As she stepped outside of the bathroom, Maggie found her cousin adorned in a baby blue feathered silk robe, matching heeled slippers, and a cigarette dangling from her pink lips. "Well, it took you long enough; there's a bowl of oatmeal waiting for you on the counter."

Maggie adjusted the towel draped around her torso. "I'll be dressed in a minute." She swiftly made her way past her cousin and into her bedroom. There, she chose a pair of cropped red pants, a white Daisy Duke shirt, and slipped into a pair of white Keds. Her brown hair remained damp, prompting her to keep it wrapped up during breakfast.

"I hope you don't plan on going out with that thing on your head," Cece joked while pouring herself a cup of coffee.

Maggie chuckled. "My hair is just a little damp. I'll be ready to go in ten minutes."

Cece shook her head. "We don't have that kind of time." She moved closer to Maggie and unwrapped the towel, allowing her damp locks to cascade down.

"Hey! My shirt is going to get wet!" Maggie protested. "We're taking the convertible. The wind will dry your hair."

The two women ended up spending most of the morning roaming around Los Angeles, relishing the sights and indulging in some pampering, all in preparation for another night of thrills with the King of Rock 'n' Roll. Cece had been spot on about the wind drying her hair; the gusts inside the car made it nearly impossible to have a conversation, but they also made it easier to soak up some sun.

"So, you and Elvis, huh?" Cece teased, winking at Maggie as they cruised in her pink convertible with the top down along the Sunset Strip. The sun bathed everything in a warm, golden glow, illuminating the various shops that lined the street. Maggie looked up, taking a break from basking in the sun's embrace, her gaze shifting from the passing palm trees to her cousin through her pink sunglasses.

Maggie, with feigned innocence, raised an eyebrow and asked, "What are you talking about?"

"Don't play coy with me," Celeste chuckled. "I saw the way he was looking at you."

Maggie couldn't help but smirk. "He was looking that way at everyone in that audience."

She shook her head at her cousin with a knowing grin. "You know that's gotta stop here and now, right?"

Maggie adjusted her sunglasses and flashed Celeste a sly smile. "What? Denying that Elvis was looking at me?"

Cece laughed heartily. "Denying that men don't find you attractive. You know, I didn't wanna say anything, but Ma has begun to wonder when you're gonna get yourself a husband."

"Cece," Maggie said with a hint of seriousness, "the world is changing. I don't think getting married is the biggest issue right now."

Celeste's curiosity got the best of her. "Did you have anyone over there?"

Maggie paused for a moment, her gaze fixed on the horizon. "No, I—I decided to put that part of myself on hold."

"Twenty-two and denying yourself the pleasure of a man, I'm surprised you haven't lost your damn mind," Cece remarked with a playful grin.

Maggie smirked, thinking about her morning activities. "Oh, I've had a couple of moments, believe me."

Celeste raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Well, maybe you'll get lucky tonight."

Maggie chuckled, shaking her head. "Yeah, well, not with Elvis I will."

The two women continued their preparations for the night, which included a trip to the mall to pick out new outfits for the party. It had been Maggie's first time shopping for a fancy dress in years; the last time she had worn anything extravagant was for her senior prom.

"You know, they've got some cute dresses here. I love this mini-skirt style," Cece remarked, holding up a lime green skirt from the rack.

Maggie pondered for a moment. "I want to do something different." She surveyed the new styles, many of which she had never seen before, as she hadn't had the time to go clothes shopping in Vietnam. Hell, she hadn't had time for anything other than work in Vietnam. She spotted a pink dress adorned with soft tassels and a deep V-neck. She made her way to the dressing room and slipped on the dress. It was short. Very short. But it looked good.

"Find something?" Cece asked through the door.

Maggie emerged from the dressing room. "What do you think?"

Cece whistled and grinned. "Magnolia Mae." She circled Maggie, hands on her hips.

Maggie looked a bit self-conscious. "What? Does it look bad?"

Celeste nodded enthusiastically, "You look amazing, that's the dress, babe." She guided Maggie to the full length mirror and stood behind her. "I'm sure Elvis will love it too." She teased earning an elbow in the ribs.

Excitement filled her stomach again as they parked in the studio lot. It wasn't as busy as it had been the night before. There was more security outside the gate as they made their way up front. They stopped by a security guard, asking them for some ID. With a flash of Cece's credentials, the guard changed his demeanor immediately, saying, "They are waiting for you upstairs, Ms. Bennett."

They made their way through the hallway, passing by many posters of different NBC shows and performers waiting in costumes. They stopped when a handsome man with blonde hair approached them. "Celeste! You're here!" he greeted happily with open arms.

"Jerry! Wonderful to see you again." The two embraced, then pulled apart. Cece put an arm behind Maggie's back and gave her a small push forward. "Jerry, this is my cousin Magnolia Martinez."

"Very nice to meet you."

Maggie extended her hand, offering a warm smile. "Thank you for having us, Mr..."

"Schilling, Jerry Schilling." Jerry shook her hand with a friendly grin. "Celeste has told me so much about you. I hope you had a safe trip back home." Maggie's smile faltered a bit, and she nodded.

Celeste quickly changed the subject with a clap of her hands, "So when is the big man gonna perform?"

"Oh, EP is just getting his face on," Jerry replied with a chuckle. "Well, come on, I'll show you where you're gonna be watching the show." He walked them down the hallway and led them to a small area behind the stage where some bleachers were set up. It was clear the audience compared to last night was going to be smaller.

"So you work for NBC?" Maggie asked as they took their seats.

Jerry let out a laugh. "Oh no, I work for Elvis, have been most of my life actually."

Maggie's eyes widened. "Oh, wow. That must be an exciting job." She had to fight the urge to ask too many questions about Elvis, however she knew that she needed to maintain her composure. She made a note to herself to ask Celeste how on earth she knew someone in Elvis's inner circle.

"Hey Steve, here are my special guests," Jerry called out to someone in the sound room, "this is Celeste Bennett, Bella's sister, and this is her cousin Magnolia Martinez."

Steve made his way downstairs to greet the two ladies, he was a handsome man with dirty blonde hair, clad in a button-up shirt with a scarf around his neck. "Mrs. Bennett, nice to meet you. Ms. Martinez."

Maggie offered her hand with a kind smile. "Maggie. I like to go by Maggie."

He brought her hand up to his mouth, causing her to blush. "It's a pleasure to meet you. Elvis is almost ready to perform, you two make yourselves comfortable." With a wink of his eye, he walked away.

Cece elbowed Maggie teasingly. "He was cute."

"Oh, shut up," Maggie giggled, her eyes fixed on the stage as the dancers took their positions. The women were dressed in a striking shade of pink, and the stage itself resembled a bedroom, complete with wooden swinging doors and scattered chairs. Above them, stage lights cast a vibrant and enticing glow over the dancers.

"I wonder what number they're working on," Maggie mused. "There sure are a lot of pretty women up there."

Celeste chimed in playfully, "A lot of half-naked women."

Maggie responded with a smirk, "Guess I'm dressed perfectly, huh?"

Celeste teased her further, "Well, not quite."

Confidently, Maggie shimmied out of her denim jacket, her grin growing wider. "There we go, not so different from the rest of them now, huh?"

"Oh my, there he is," Celeste exclaimed, gripping Maggie's wrist. Maggie followed her cousin's gaze to Elvis, standing on the side of the stage, engaged in conversation with one of the producers. He was clad in head-to-toe rugged blue denim and cowboy boots, his black hair glistening in the light, and that million-dollar smirk growing on his handsome tanned face. He looked even more dashing than the night before. For a split second, their eyes met again. Maggie couldn't help herself; she flashed him a kind smile and a little wave with her fingers. His eyes trailed her body, the feelings from the morning resurfaced causing her to cross her legs in a fatal attempt to control the desire washing over her body.

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"Alright ready on the set! Okay 3, 2, 1!" The number began with the opening of "Let Yourself Go" several women moved seductively around the set, some moving erotically at the camera, others against one another in desire. Elvis made his way through the doors, the women singing the opening of the song as they caressed him and guided him into a chair that they all surrounded. His eyes filled with desire as they all hung off of his muscular body. He looked up at Maggie once again, his voice sang out, "Now don't be afraid, just relax and take it real slow..." Was he singing to me? No, no he can't be. He turned his attention back to the dancers taking in their seductive ways and acting as if he was gonna choose one to bed tonight. Feelings of envy filled her as she wished she could be one of them, almost kissing and caressing Elvis, singing about how much they wanted him. As he moved across the stage he gaze met her's once again, "Enjoy yourself, baby, don't fight, All you gotta do is just let yourself go" Maggie could feel her pussy ache once again with need, intense desire building in her stomach. She was thankful that the number was cut short for a reshoot.

"Maggie, you okay?" Celeste asked, her voice tinged with concern, as she placed a comforting hand on her cousin's shoulder. Maggie felt her heart racing, her desire creeping up on her faster by the minute.

"Oh, um, yes," Maggie stammered, her voice slightly shaky. "I just need to run to the ladies' room real quick." She hurriedly pushed herself out of her seat with her jacket in hand and practically dashed past some of the stagehands. Her palms were sweaty, and her breaths came in quick, shallow gasps.

In her haste, she collided with Jerry, and her words spilled out in a rush. "Oh, Mr. Schilling, I am so sorry."

Jerry noticed the quiver in her voice and the anxious look in her eyes. "You okay there, Maggie?" No, I am not okay. I almost lost my god damn mind watching Elvis Presley being fondled by a bunch female back up dancers!

"Um, yes," she replied, her voice trembling. "I'm just looking for the ladies' room."

He gave her a reassuring nod. "Oh, it's down that way to the left." He pointed down the corridor, and Maggie gave a hurried but appreciative nod before rushing off, her nervousness nearly palpable.

She raced into the bathroom and locked the door behind her. She leaned against the wall and took a few deep breaths. She began to caress her bare legs, hoping to die down the fire that was washing over her that was caused by the King of Rock'n'Roll. Her panties became soaked as she pictured Elvis holding his body against her, pushing her against the wall placing kisses all along her neck. Her hands caressed themselves into her panties, she lifted her leg up and rested her foot on the edge of the toilet. She toyed with her outer lips, imagining rubbing her panty clad pussy against Elvis's leg as he sat in that chair, picturing herself as one of the girls in the number. Letting him show the whole world he owned her, body and soul. Wrapping his strong arms around her and claiming her for all to see. She rubbed herself harder, taking her hardened clit in between her two fingers and caressing her labia. She sped up her fingers and felt her orgasm build, "Oh, fuck...Elvis...Fuck..." She quickly put the sleeve of her jacket in her mouth to muffle her sounds of pleasure. She finally felt it all come crashing down, her body quivering with pleasure and satisfaction as she moaned through the denim between her teeth.

There was a harsh knock on the door, "Hey, ya good in there?"

Maggie snapped out of her haze and opened her mouth causing her denim jacket to fall to the ground, "Oh, um, yes. I-I'm good, just need to powder my nose." She quickly got up, feeling her wetness leak through the cotton of her panties. "Oh, fuck." She quickly wiped herself and the crotch of her underwear in an attempt to hide what she had been doing in the bathroom. She looked herself in the mirror making sure she didn't look like she had been diddling herself for the past fifteen minutes. She quickly scrubbed her hands and used her fingers to brush her hair out.

She pulled on her jacket and buttoned it up, praying it would soak up the sweat that had built up on her chest. There was another knock, and she quickly moved toward the door, her heart racing. "Okay, okay, I'm—"

"Hey there, darlin'." Maggie opened the door to reveal object of her desire on the other side, standing in all his handsome glory, leaning with his arm against the wall.

"We was startin' to get worried sick 'bout ya. Heard ya makin' some strange noises." Oh god did he hear me?!

All the color drained from Maggie's face, and embarrassment twisted her stomach into knots. Her heart pounded in her chest, and her words stumbled over each other. "I-I um..." Say something! Anything! She glanced up at Elvis, her eyes wide and starstruck. Her inner teenage self screamed and hollered at her to say something flirtatious or gracious, or just anything. But she couldn't push out any words; all she could do was stand there under the hot gaze of Elvis Presley.

Elvis flashed a charming smile and leaned in a bit closer. "What's your name, darlin'?"

Maggie's cheeks flushed even deeper, and she felt a flutter in her chest. "Well, um... I, uh..." You idiot! Just say something!

"Hey, EP! They need ya on set, man!" Another voice called out, breaking the momentary connection between them. Elvis straightened up but kept his gaze on Maggie.

"I'll be right there," he replied to the voice, then turned back to Maggie. "Next time I see ya', I better getta name." He winked at her, causing her heart to skip a beat. "Oh, and I like ya dress."

Maggie managed a small, breathless "thanks" as Elvis headed off to set, leaving her standing at the door, feeling both elated and flustered by the encounter.

With a few deep breaths, Maggie composed herself and smoothed out the skirt of her dress before returning to her seat next to Celeste. Clearing her throat, she made an effort to regain her composure. Celeste was engrossed in a conversation with Jerry, who nodded toward Maggie, saying, "Oh, there she is."

Celeste let out a sigh of relief. "Oh, Maggie, I was worried about you. I sent one of the stagehands to check on you."

Maggie nodded as she sat down, attempting to catch her breath. "You don't say. I got quite the surprise when I opened the door."

"Are you alright? Do you need some water or maybe a Pepsi?" Jerry asked, concerned.

Maggie shook her head. "No, no, Mr. Schilling, I'm fine. Really, I just needed a moment."

He nodded. "Okay, well, if you need anything, just let me know." He walked away, leaving the two women alone. Maggie couldn't help but let out a muffled laugh, which soon turned into hearty laughter.

"What's so funny?" Celeste asked with a confused smile.

"Stagehand, huh?" Maggie quipped, shaking her head.

"Yeah, I was getting worried sick. I thought maybe you were having an episode."

She appreciated her cousin's concern, but at that moment, she hoped her laughter would ease it. "I almost had one because of who knocked on the door."

Celeste looked at her with a questioning look. "What do you mean?"

"I opened the door, and there, standing in the hallway, is Elvis fucking Presley. I nearly had a heart attack," Maggie confessed, still laughing.

Celeste's mouth dropped. "Oh man, what did you do?"

"What do you think? I opened my mouth, but nothing came out!" Maggie continued to laugh, with Celeste joining in this time.

"Did he say anything?" Celeste asked with keen interest.

"He said he liked my dress," Maggie said excitedly, and the two women quietly squealed in delight.

"QUIET ON THE SET!" The two quickly quieted down and turned their attention back to the stage. Despite nearly having a heart attack in front of her idol, the rest of the night unfolded smoothly. It was fascinating for Maggie to witness what happened behind the scenes during these TV specials. She had never considered how many takes were filmed until they got everything just right. She couldn't help but admire the way Elvis worked, how he made everyone smile, and the remarkable chemistry he had with his costars. The energy of every dance number and the creativity in every scene were like nothing she had seen before.

As the crew prepared for the next take, the atmosphere was charged with excitement and anticipation. "Alright, everybody ready on set!" The lights dimmed, and the stage lit up with a giant sign that read "ELVIS" in big bright letters. Once again, there he was, but this time in a white suit, looking even more dashing than before. The collective breath of the audience seemed to catch as he took the stage, a living legend ready to perform his magic.

"There must be lights burning brighter somewhere, Got to be birds flying higher in a sky more blue If I can dream of a better land Where all my brothers walk hand in hand Tell me why, oh why, oh why can't my dream come true Oh why"

His voice reached into her soul, the passion evident in his performance. Maggie could feel tears fill her eyes as the lyrics spoke to her very core. This was an Elvis she had never seen before, a man, not a boy, a man who wanted something more in the world. What many overseas had dreamed of. She wasn't expecting to be moved to tears, but they were tears of profound connection and understanding. Elvis wasn't just singing; to Maggie he was conveying the collective dreams and aspirations of those who had witnessed the horrors of war. It was a powerful moment, and Maggie felt a deep gratitude for Elvis, for his music, and for the emotions he had stirred within her.

In that moment, she realized that even in the darkest of times, music had the incredible power to touch the human spirit and bring people together in shared emotions and dreams.

With a wave Elvis simply said, "Thank you and goodnight." Then the lights went dark.

"And cut! That's a wrap everybody!" Everyone clapped, Celeste and Maggie stood up joining in the applause.

"We better get going. Hefner's mansion is a little ways away."

"Okay." Maggie nodded.

As they made their way down back to the parking lot they were stopped by Jerry again, "Hey, hey, won't you ladies stay a while."

"Oh, we're on our way to Hefner's party. Bella is probably waiting for us."

Jerry's face fell a little, "Oh right I forgot she invited you to one of Hugh's parties. I forgot it was tonight." Maggie couldn't help but notice a subtle change in Jerry's expression when Bella was brought up. His eyes seemed to soften momentarily, and a faint, wistful smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

Celeste looked at him confused,"I thought you and the boys were coming to celebrate the Comeback Special?"

Jerry scratched the back of his head, "Yeah, well, E doesn't do so good in new crowds. He's always worried about fans hounding him."

Celeste sent Maggie an apologetic look, but she smiled in response before turning to Jerry, "Please tell Mr. Presley thank you from the both of us. It was an honor to be here."

Jerry smiled and nodded, "I'll let him know. You ladies have a good night."

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As they drove up to the Mansion, Maggie couldn't believe how brightly it was lit. "Oh my god, Bella's house is bigger than yours!" She joked when they exited the car to give it to the valet. Inside the mansion, the grand hallway was bustling with people dressed in the height of 60s fashion. Some were chatting in small groups, sipping on cocktails, while others admired the opulent decor. The walls were adorned with lavish paintings, and crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting a warm, inviting glow.

The music of Jefferson Airplane echoed loudly through the long hallways of the mansion. Girls clad in the signature bunny suit carried trays with various cocktails and cigarettes while others were conversing with guests. One girl in particular caught Maggie's eye.

"Hey, Belly boo!" Maggie finally called out, trying to grab her cousin's attention above the chatter and music.

Bella's head snapped in Maggie's direction, her face breaking into a delighted grin. "MAE MAE!!!" She ran toward Maggie and attacked her with a hug, spinning her around a couple of times.

"Oh my god, I missed you so much! Look at you!" Bella stood back and took in the little cousin she hadn't seen for two years. "My god, you are gorgeous!"

"Isn't she?" Celeste asked, taking a glass of champagne from one of the passing bunny girls. Tears began to well up in Bella's eyes as she once again took her cousin in her arms, along with her younger sister.

"It feels like old times! Man I missed this!" Bella stated happily.

"Hey, hey watch it, this dress cost $100 bucks." Celeste stated as she carefully pulled away from the two girls carefully trying not to spill her glass of champagne.

"Oh my god, we have so much catching up to do! Come to the back, you gotta see the pool Hef has." Bella beckoned them to follow her, her excitement contagious as they ventured deeper into the extravagant mansion. They made their way outside, where the energy was electric. Many guests were dancing in the pool and on the lawn, creating a vibrant scene of revelry.

The pool area was the epicenter of the festivities. Guests splashed in the crystal-clear water, some wearing nothing but their swimwear, while others sported flamboyant, psychedelic prints. The pool's surroundings featured an array of lounge chairs and colorful umbrellas, creating an oasis of relaxation amidst the lively party.

As the night continued to unfold, Maggie and her cousins reveled in the joyous atmosphere, relishing the sense of freedom reminiscent of their carefree youth. Bella effortlessly flirted with men who recognized her from her Playboy issue, Celeste, in her slightly tipsy state, indulged in cigarettes and spirited gossip with other women, and Maggie surrendered herself to the music, allowing it to guide her movements on the dance floor.

Suddenly, a sharp exclamation from the crowd seized Maggie's attention. "Oh my gosh! Elvis! Elvis Presley is here!" Her heart surged in her chest, and she spun around, scanning the room with wide eyes in sheer disbelief. A swarm of people had congregated around the back doors, all clamoring to catch a glimpse of the legendary Elvis. Maggie found herself torn between the excitement of the prospect of seeing her idol once more and the anxiety of potentially embarrassing herself again.

Celeste, her champagne intake having loosened her inhibitions, swayed side to side as she remarked teasingly, "Ooo, looks like Maggie's boyfriend decided to show up after all." She took another sip of her drink.

Bella, with a concerned expression, turned to her sister and asked, "How many of those have you had?"

Celeste shrugged nonchalantly, replying, "Oh, maybe three or five. I stopped counting an hour ago."

Maggie hushed them, focusing her attention on spotting Elvis amid the crowd. After a few moments of searching, she finally located him in the living room, dressed impeccably in a silk button-up paisley shirt under a black jacket, with matching slacks held up by a shining silver belt. Bunnies surrounded him, all vying for his attention and lavishing him with adoration.

As the night wore on, Maggie found it increasingly challenging to divert her attention from Elvis. She attempted to distract herself by dancing and immersing herself in the vibrant party atmosphere, but her thoughts continually circled back to the enigmatic presence of the King of Rock and Roll. She couldn't shake the nagging question: Could it be possible that he showed up at this lavish event because of her? Jerry's earlier comment about Elvis disliking crowds gnawed at her mind. The notion seemed improbable, even fanciful, and she struggled to make sense of it.

Despite the allure of the party and the lively scene around her, Maggie's gaze kept gravitating toward Elvis. She watched him from afar, her heart a tumultuous mix of curiosity and uncertainty. Deep down, she knew she couldn't simply dismiss the idea that he might have come for a reason related to her, but she couldn't bring herself to accept it either. The mysteries of the night continued to unfold, and Maggie was caught in a whirlwind of emotions, longing for answers she was afraid to seek. She couldn't help but observe how he effortlessly charmed some of the bunnies, with one even seated on his lap, caressing his neck.

Bella, eager to encourage Maggie to seize the moment, moved closer and suggested, "You know you should go and say hi. You've been staring at him for the last hour."

Maggie hesitated, her voice tinged with jealousy. "I don't know; he looks pretty occupied to me."

Bella exchanged a glance with Celeste, unaware of Maggie's earlier awkward encounter with Elvis. Seeing an opportunity to tease Maggie, Celeste decided to spill the beans, "They already met earlier today. Apparently, Maggie was having a little freak-out, and he was the one to check on her." No, Cece, it was much worse. I was diddling myself in the bathroom picturing Elvis and moaning his name, and there is a possibility that he heard me!

Maggie's face flushed with embarrassment as Bella turned to her with concern. "Oh my gosh, are you okay?"

Letting out an exasperated sigh, Maggie's frustration was palpable. "Why is everyone asking me that?! Yes, I am okay! I am fine, I am just dandy!"

Bella and Celeste exchanged worried glances, silently acknowledging the deeper trauma that Maggie carried from her wartime experiences. While they didn't want to intrude, they couldn't help but be concerned for her well-being.

Celeste reassured her, her voice filled with understanding, "We're just looking out for you, Maggie."

Taking a deep breath, Maggie's frustration began to dissipate as she appreciated her cousins' care. "I know, Celeste, I appreciate it. It's just... I want to leave it in the past, you know?" Her gaze briefly drifted into the distance, lost in memories of the war. "I don't want the mark to get any bigger."

Bella placed a comforting hand on Maggie's shoulder, offering a warm smile. "If you ever want to talk, we'll listen."

Maggie nodded, gratitude welling up within her for her cousins' unwavering support. "Thanks, you two. Let's not dwell on it tonight. It's a party, after all."

As the conversation shifted, Bella leaned in to whisper something in Celeste's ear, causing a mischievous grin to spread across Celeste's face. Without revealing their secret, she simply winked at Maggie before Bella disappeared into the house, leaving the cousins behind. Maggie and Celeste then threw themselves back into the festivities, dancing and enjoying the lively atmosphere.

However, the revelry was briefly interrupted when Maggie heard her name being called out from inside the mansion. "Will Magnolia Martinez please report to the dining room!" Confusion washed over Maggie's face, but before she could voice any questions, her cousin grabbed her arm and practically dragged her inside. Celeste led her into the dining room, where the guests had gathered around a large table adorned with pink balloons and white magnolias. In the center of the table sat a small heart-shaped cake that read, "Happy Birthday 22."

Before Maggie could fully comprehend what was happening, the guests began to sing, "Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday, dear Maggie! Happy Birthday to you!!" Maggie blushed with embarrassment and covered her face with her hands as everyone cheered.

"Maggie, blow out the candles!" someone urged, and with a laugh, she leaned forward to blow out the candles, earning a round of applause from the guests. Bella quickly came over and enveloped Maggie in a warm hug, whispering, "Happy birthday, Mae mae!"

Maggie, still slightly taken aback by the unexpected celebration, managed a grateful smile. "Oh my gosh, I completely forgot that today was my actual birthday."

Celeste came up and enveloped Maggie in another hug. "We know you haven't had a real birthday in a while, and we really wanted to do something special. You deserve it, Magnolia."

"You guys are the best," Maggie said, pulling Bella into their embrace.

"Oh, wait. We've also got a surprise! Hold on!" Celeste disappeared into one of the closets and returned with a large rectangular box wrapped in rose gold paper. She presented it to Maggie with a wide smile. "Here, me and Bella both pitched in and got this for you." The crowd around them, intrigued by the surprise, watched eagerly.

Maggie hesitated, feeling a mix of surprise and embarrassment as Elvis Presley himself emerged from the crowd, accompanied by the cheers and agreements of the other partygoers. "I wanna see watcha' got," he said with a charming grin. "It'd be rude to keep us in suspense, darlin'."

Her cheeks flushed as Bella teased her about Elvis's interest. She knew she couldn't resist the combined pressure of her cousins and the legendary Elvis Presley. "Well, I've got no choice now," she admitted with a chuckle. As Maggie carefully unwrapped the rose gold paper and lifted the lid of the box, she was met with an overwhelming surprise. "Oh my god," she breathed in shock, her eyes widening as she took in the contents. Bella and Celeste exchanged satisfied smiles as Maggie pulled out a black acoustic guitar from its case.

"Wow, that's a nice guitar," one of the guys next to Elvis commented.

Maggie's hands trembled slightly as she held the instrument, realizing its significance. "This isn't just any guitar; this is Daddy's old acoustic. It looks brand new!" She wrapped the strap around her shoulder and held up the guitar, her eyes filled with awe and emotion. The guitar bore her father's initials carved into the side, along with a puppy sticker she had placed on it as a toddler.

Bella explained, "We had someone repurpose it. Ma found it hidden away in your mom's old attic; she wanted to save it for when you came back."

Tears welled up in Maggie's eyes as she hugged the guitar close, feeling a deep connection to her father and a flood of memories from her childhood. She then pulled both Bella and Celeste into another hug, her emotions bubbling over. "God, I feel like I've hugged you over a thousand times today!" she said with a laugh, earning more laughter from the crowd.

Elvis watched the heartfelt moment with a warm smile, clearly touched by the reunion and the thoughtful gift. "Do ya play?" he asked with genuine interest.

Maggie became a bit flustered, her cheeks flushing. "Oh, well..."

Celeste chimed in enthusiastically, "She sure does! Maggie, you should play that song you did for our high school talent show!"

"Cece, that was over eight years ago!"

"C'mon, I remember hearing you play it just before you left."

"I-I don't even know if it's tuned," Maggie argued, hoping to get her cousins to drop the idea.

"May I?" Elvis offered, extending his hands. Maggie was slightly taken aback, but she handed him the acoustic guitar. Elvis expertly adjusted the pegs, turning them as he strummed each individual string until all the strings were in tune, filling the room with a soft, harmonious melody of the musical scale.

Maggie's eyes widened as he handed the guitar back to her. "There ya are." She couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement and disbelief. Elvis Presley had touched her guitar.

"Well, um, I guess I'm gonna sing now." She stated nervously laughing, "Bella, is there a couch where I can sit?"

Bella lead her to the living room area where Maggie settled onto one of the couches, she positioned the guitar comfortably in her lap, her fingers resting lightly on the strings. Many guests, including Elvis and his entourage, gathered around to listen. She began to strum the familiar tune of the song she had sung all those years ago in high school.

"Gracias a la vida que me ha dado tanto Me dio dos luceros que cuando los abro Perfecto distingo lo negro del blanco Y en el alto cielo su fondo estrellado Y en las multitudes el hombre que yo amo"

Her voice, gentle yet filled with emotion, filled the room as she sang the heartfelt lyrics of the song. Maggie's voice had a haunting quality that seemed to transport the listeners to another time and place.

Elvis watched and listened with deep attention, clearly moved by the performance. His eyes were fixed on Maggie as she sang, and a soft smile played on his lips, appreciating her talent and the depth of feeling in her voice.

When she finished, there was a moment of silence before the room erupted into applause and cheers. Maggie's face was flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and satisfaction as she looked around at her cousins and the other guests, her heart pounding from the exhilaration of the performance.

"Play another one!" Someone exclaimed.

Maggie, encouraged by the crowd's enthusiasm and Elvis's warm response, decided to play another song. She smiled at Elvis, her newfound confidence shining through. "Here is one of the first songs I learned to play on guitar," she announced.

With that, she began to strum the opening chords of a classic."Love me tender, love me sweet. Never let me go..." A smile grew on Elvis's face as he watched her sing, "You have made my life complete, And I love you so..." Elvis was not content to simply listen, he couldn't resist joining in. His voice, rich and velvety, blended seamlessly with hers as they sang the song together.

"Love me tender, Love me long, Take me to your heart, For it's there that I belong, And we'll never part..." The small crowd fell completely silent, captivated by the unexpected and magical duet between Maggie and the legendary Elvis Presley.

As they reached the final notes of the song, there was a collective sigh of awe from the onlookers. It was a moment none of them would ever forget, witnessing this impromptu performance that seemed almost otherworldly in its beauty. The sound of applause filled the room prompting Maggie to take a small bow, she then gestured playfully to Elvis who waved his hand in response. It was now later in the night and the energy of the party was dying down. People were going home and cleaning staff were beginning to tidy up the place. Slow music of The Penguins began playing over the stereo which then prompted Elvis to stand up and offer his hand to Maggie.

"Wanna dance?" He asked with a playful smile. Maggie bravely took his hand and let him lead her to the now vacant backyard. He pulled her close and began to sway her side to side as the slow, melodic music played softly in the background, setting the perfect mood for their dance. Maggie's initial feelings of embarrassment had completely faded away as she wrapped her arms around Elvis's neck, feeling a sense of comfort and ease in his presence.

He teased her about her earlier reluctance to share her name, "Ya know ya still owe me your name."

"Magnolia, my name is Magnolia." Her voice was filled with a mixture of bashfulness and contentment.

"Magnolia," Elvis repeated her name in his velvety voice, causing a deep blush to wash over Maggie's cheeks. "Beautiful name for a beautiful girl."

His compliment made her heart flutter, and she replied with a shy, "Thank you, Mr. Presley."

"Elvis, darlin', call me Elvis."

"Okay... Elvis." She repeated his name with newfound comfort. "I wanted to tell you that I thought your performance yesterday and tonight were amazing."

"Why thank ya. It's been a long time since I performed like that. Did ya enjoy it?" Elvis asked, genuine interest sparkling in his blue eyes.

Maggie nodded, her voice more confident now. "Oh, yes, I thought it was sensational."

Elvis's smile widened as he accepted Maggie's compliment. "I could tell. It was hard to miss that beautiful smile of yours."

Her stomach dropped as she realized he had noticed her. She stammered nervously, "O-oh, well, I-I'm s-sorry if I distracted you, Mr. Presley." 'I'm sorry?!' Really? He compliments your smile and you apologize?!

"Aw, don't worry, darlin'. Ya looked so cute sittin' there all excited." Maggie was sure that her face was now as red as a tomato. She looked down in embarrassment and felt Elvis pull her closer to his chest, where she breathed in the spicy scent of his cologne. He rested his chin on the top of her head and continued to sway to the music.

"Where did ya learn to sing like that?" He questioned with interest.

"Um, well, I took lessons when I was little. I used to sing while my daddy played the guitar," she explained, feeling her nervousness melting away little by little with each passing moment in Elvis's arms. "And then I took some lessons as a teen."

"Guitar?" He questioned with a grin.

She nodded bashfully, "And piano. But I stopped."

Elvis pulled away slightly, his gaze locked with hers. "Why?"

Maggie met his gaze, his blue eyes hypnotizing her into telling him everything. "When I was seventeen, I began my nursing program, and I was finishing up my schooling. I didn't have time to pursue a music career."

"Your a nurse?" He asked with interest.

"Yeah, I actually got home from Vietnam about a week ago." Elvis's expression changed; it became unreadable. Maggie couldn't quite describe it, but it seemed like some of the playfulness had left his face.

Elvis's gaze lingered on Maggie, a newfound respect shining in his eyes. "You just got back from Vietnam, darlin'? You're just a little girl. I admire your dedication."

Maggie felt a warmth in her heart at his words. "It was tough, but it felt like the right thing to do at the time."

Elvis nodded, his admiration evident. "Well, I gotta say, it takes a special kinda person to do what ya do at your age. That's somethin'."

They continued to sway to the music under the moonlight, their steps perfectly in sync as they talked and learned more about each other. It was strange how Maggie had transitioned from being starstruck to simply enjoying Elvis's company. He shared stories about his time in the army and how he used play the piano for his guests in Germany. He told her about his new found spirituality and how he built a fascination for numerology. Maggie was enamored with the way he spoke, his voice carrying the weight of his experiences as he explained how the Comeback Special had come to pass.

He spoke of his late mother, Gladys, and how he had bought Graceland for her. Maggie could see that his mother's death weighed heavily on Elvis, and she recognized that haunting sorrow in his eyes. It was the same grief she had felt when her daddy never came back home.

"I am so sorry that you went through that," Maggie said, her eyes welling up with tears. "My daddy was drafted in '56, and he never came home."

Elvis's expression matched hers, "And your mama?"

Maggie sighed and shook her head, "She was never the same after daddy's death, began drinking a whole lot. She just up and left when I was ten. I haven't seen her since."

He pulled her close, planting a gentle kiss on the top of her head, offering comfort through their shared pain. "Were you all by your lonesome?" His voice carried a hint of need, as if he wanted to save Maggie from her pain.

"No, I have my Aunt Nancy and my cousins, and my grandparents. They're actually from Memphis," she added with a touch of brightness.

"Do they still live out there?"

"Yeah, my grandma does. Not too far from you, actually," she said with a smile.

"Well, maybe you could come visit me next time you're in town?" Elvis suggested with a warm smile, a hopeful look in his baby blues.

Maggie was taken aback for a moment, then replied cautiously, "Maybe..."

Their dance was interrupted by Bella, on the arm of Jerry, who came scurrying out giggling, "Um, hey, sorry to interrupt. Um, hehe, Cece says that she's ready to head back if you wanna join her..." She shot a teasing look at Elvis as Jerry laughed with her, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

"I guess I should get—" Maggie began to pull away from Elvis's grip, but he tightened it.

He cut in, "Tell her that I'll get her home." Elvis then looked down at her, his voice soft, "I ain't ready to let you go just yet, Honey." With that Bella and Jerry scurried off back into the mansion, off to god knows where. Leaving Maggie alone under the longing gaze of Elvis.

He was looking at her with that familiar longing look, one she recognized from his movies. It was the same look that Lucky Jackson gave to Ann-Margret, the desire that Glenn Tyler expressed to Irene, and the look that a teenage Maggie had yearned for from Vince Everett. It was the look that all the girls got right before he kissed them. But this time, there was something different about it—a glimmer of genuine want in his eyes. That glimmer sent a shiver down Maggie's spine as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He dipped down, and just like that, his soft lips were on hers.

She pulled away, her heart going a million miles an hour; surely Elvis could feel it against his chest. "That was..." she breathed out, he looked at her with bated breath waiting for her next word, "sensational." She pulled him into another kiss, years of passionate longing pouring from her lips. It was like the entire world just faded away around them, all that was left was her, Elvis and the moonlight.

"Let's get out of here." He stated pulling away from her, his hand clutching hers.

"Where are we going?"

"Anywhere but here. I wanna have ya all to myself." He dragged her to a black rolls royce — a car way nicer than her cousins— and guided her to the passenger side. She then found herself being driven around by Elvis, god if she could she would love to tell this to the other women in her nursing unit.

"So where are we going?" Maggie asked again as she watched the mansion disappear in the rear mirror.

"Where ever ya like as along as we gonna be alone." She thought for a sec and figured out the perfect place. She told Elvis with a big smile, which he returned. Soon they found themselves at the famous Hollywood sign lit up in all its glory. The beautiful scenery of the valley lit up in its background and the cold night breeze blowing through the bushes.

Maggie quickly jumped out and hopped a couple of steps towards the edge of hill where she would have slipped if Elvis hadn't been there to catch her. "Careful darlin', don' hurt yourself now."

"Oh, sorry, it's just I've always wanted to see the Hollywood sign, especially at night," Maggie explained, her excitement shining through. She carefully walked down the path that led to the H, intending to sit down, but Elvis stopped her.

"Whoa, wait, darlin'," Elvis said, his voice low and warm, as he took off his jacket and laid it out on the cold metal surface.

"But what if it gets ruined?" Maggie expressed her concern about his jacket. Instead of responding, Elvis simply picked her up, eliciting a quick "oh dear!" from her, and placed her bottom on his jacket.

"I don't want your little thighs to get all scratched up besides I can always buy another one," he explained with a charming smile, sitting closely next to her and wrapping his arm around her shoulders. Maggie sighed contentedly and nestled her head on his shoulder.

"Ya know I used to dream about being a big Hollywood actor," Elvis stated with a hint of nostalgia. "Become the next Marlon Brando or Jimmy Dean."

"But aren't you a big Hollywood star?" Maggie questioned in genuine surprise. Elvis had a movie come out practically every year, and she knew because it had become a birthday tradition for her and her cousins to go see them in the theater.

"Those pieces of shit?" Elvis scoffed, using language that caught Maggie off guard. "Sorry, darlin', it's just that I want to star in a real movie." Maggie nodded, understanding that he meant something different, something more challenging than the musicals or roles where Elvis was essentially the same character with a different name.

"So, what kind of movie would you like to star in?" She asked curiously, genuinely interested in his aspirations.

Elvis pondered for a moment. "I don't know. One where I ain't playin' the same asshole over and over again," he admitted with a wry smile, clearly desiring more versatility in his roles.

"You know, I could see you in one of those gangster movies," Maggie playfully suggested, her eyes sparkling with imagination. "Playing a mob boss or something like that." She looked at Elvis, awaiting his reaction to her idea, and he raised an amused eyebrow in response.

"You know, play the bad guy, show the world that Elvis Presley isn't to be messed with," she added with a playful grin, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "Picture this: you, with a machine gun in one hand and a cigar hanging from your mouth." She playfully wiggled her eyebrows for added effect.

Maggie's suggestion of Elvis taking on a mob boss or a villainous role in a gangster movie had him bursting into deep, hearty laughter. His laughter was infectious, and Maggie couldn't resist joining in, her own laughter mingling with his, creating a charming and lighthearted moment between them.

"I wish, but the Colonel says it ain't good for my image," Elvis admitted once he'd calmed down.

"The Colonel?" Maggie asked, intrigued.

"My manager," he explained. "I had to convince that sonofabitch to let me have the comeback special." He shook his head, clearly exasperated by the memory of the negotiations with his manager. He went on to explain his movie career, Maggie was intrigued to say the least, to learn that he hated most of his movies, never being allowed to play any other character besides himself. How his manager, this Colonel had control over everything and the comeback special was one of the first times he got a say in what to do.

As Elvis went on to explain his movie career, Maggie found herself captivated by the stories he shared. She couldn't help but feel a mixture of sympathy and frustration for him as he talked about how he had hated most of his movies, never being allowed to play any other character besides himself. The influence of his manager, this Colonel, seemed to permeate every aspect of his career, stifling his creative freedom.

"The Colonel sounds like quite the character," Maggie remarked with a wry smile. "But I'm glad you got a say in the comeback special. It was fantastic, and it really showcased your talent." And how sexy you are...

Elvis nodded, his eyes reflecting gratitude. "Aw thank you darlin', it felt good to be back in control for a change, to do something different."

Their conversation flowed effortlessly as they delved deeper into their lives, dreams, and fears, forming a connection that grew more profound with each passing moment. The iconic Hollywood sign provided a romantic backdrop, casting an enchanting glow over their intimate exchange.

"Oh my gosh, look." Maggie's voice sparkled with excitement as she pointed at the sky, her eyes widening at the sight of a shooting star. "Make a wish!" She closed her eyes, her anticipation palpable.

Elvis didn't take his eyes off her, captivated by her presence. Instead, he gently placed a hand beneath her chin, tilting her head upward, and pressed his lips against hers. He kissed her tenderly, causing her to let out a small gasp of air when he pulled away.

"You didn't make a wish," Maggie stated in a daze, her gaze locked with his.

"I don't need to..." Elvis whispered, his voice filled with warmth, as he cupped her face, his thumbs caressing her cheeks. "It already came true." He pulled her back into a lingering kiss, wrapping his arms around her waist. His kisses held a sense of urgency, as if he wanted to savor every precious moment they shared. He pulled away again and just looked at her, his expression one of amazement and adoration.

"Has anyone ever told ya that you've got the most beautiful pair of brown eyes?" Elvis's words held a special weight, and Maggie felt a flutter in her chest. She had heard compliments before, but coming from Elvis, they felt different. It was probably safe to assume everything felt different when it came to Elvis Presley.

"You know, my mama told me that girls with brown eyes are the ones ya need to keep close to ya. They're the gentle souls that will take care of ya," he continued placing small kisses trailing from her cheek to her ear, his voice soft and filled with a kind of warmth that was impossible to resist. "I think I've been waiting all my life for you Magnolia." Once again, a pounding grew in Maggie's chest. Elvis pulled her back in this time his tongue brushing against hers, his hands brushing her hair as if she were a precious doll. One of his hands trailed down to waist and into the crease of her thighs. Maggie pulled away, surprised by the warm touch on her sensitive skin.

"Elvis..." She breathed, her hand grasping his wrist. "I-I've n-never..."

"Do ya want me to stop?" It was tempting...it was extremely tempting, but Maggie knew better. First, she didn't want to lose her virginity on the Hollywood sign. Second, she had only just met Elvis. And third, if they made love right then and there she would become attached, emotionally and physically. She didn't want to be one of those girls that fell in love after a casual romp, it was just too risky for her to get emotionally involved.

She looked down, her voice filled with regret, "I'm sorry, Elvis. I-I can't, not right now. I swear it's not you; it's just so much is happening so fast..." Her words trailed off as he placed a finger on her lips, a gentle "shhh" escaping from his own.

"It's okay, darlin', I understand," he assured her, he removed his hand from between her legs and gently took the hand that had been around his wrist. He brought it up to his mouth and kissed the knuckles.

The two of them continued to sit for most of the night, enjoying each other's company. It was four o'clock in the morning a tired yawn escaped Maggie's lips, and her eyelids grew heavy as she leaned into Elvis's shoulder. "Aw, is my little Magnolia getting sleepy?" Elvis asked, his voice adopting a gentle, playful tone reminiscent of someone speaking to a child. It prompted a sense of comfort in Maggie, and she snuggled even closer to him. Soon, she found herself being carried back to the car, where Elvis carefully placed her in the backseat. He scooted in next to her and cradled her head on his chest.

In the stillness of the night, Maggie couldn't resist planting some small, affectionate kisses on his chest in her sleep. Elvis, equally sleepy, couldn't help but demand another kiss, this time on the lips, which she gladly gave. Their connection had deepened throughout the night, and in the quiet hours before dawn, they found solace in each other's presence, wrapped up in the warmth of their budding affection.

When Maggie woke up to the sun's harsh morning rays, she was taken aback by the time displayed on Elvis's watch – it was almost 11:00 AM. She couldn't believe she had slept in so late. Gently, she directed her gaze towards Elvis, savoring every detail of his handsome face. It was the kind of intimacy that couldn't be captured on a TV screen or discerned from a distance in a crowd. She noticed the subtle scars on his face, the imperfections that made this extraordinary entertainer appear more human. He was undeniably beautiful, breathtaking in every sense, yet he wasn't hers. She silently acknowledged this fact, even if she didn't want to admit it.

To avoid disturbing his peaceful slumber, Maggie quietly closed the car door and began collecting her jacket and shoes from the trunk. As she began to walk down the hill, she couldn't help but feel a sense of melancholy. The night had been magical, but reality was calling her back. She decided to leave without waking him, not wanting to disturb their perfect memory. Part of her expected to never see him again, but she didn't want to spoil the beautiful connection they had shared during those precious hours together.

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Hope y'all enjoyed chapter 2, Maggie finally gets to interact with Elvis!

And also I'm reading Linda Thompson's book and I need to share this quote with y'all.

“My mama always said I should marry a brown-eyed girl,” he told me early on. “Really?” I asked. “Yeah, when I saw your brown eyes, I thought that’s the girl that my mama would’ve wanted me to be with,” he said. “You have kindness in your eyes. Mama said never trust a blue-eyed woman. You’ve got to marry a brown-eyed girl. She’ll be more down-to-earth. She’ll care for you more. She’ll be there for you. She won’t be disloyal to you. She won’t be unfaithful."

— Thompson, Linda. A Little Thing Called Life (p. 58). HarperCollins. Kindle Edition.

As a girl with brown eyes I—

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