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Your man

1985

You were in the kitchen washing a few dishes after breakfast with your boyfriend. The house was quiet, peaceful, just the soft sound of water running and your thoughts drifting.

After finishing up, you headed upstairs to get ready for work. You opened the bedroom door... and froze.

Michael had just gotten out of the shower, a towel wrapped around his torso, droplets of water still clinging to his skin.

You leaned on the doorframe, raising your eyebrows playfully. "Well, well... there's my man. The one and only Mr. Michael Joseph Jackson."

He looked up immediately, a wide smile spreading across his face, his pearly white teeth showing as he let out a soft giggle. He didn't even respond as he was too focused on picking out his outfit and getting ready for his day.

So you did your thing. You picked your outfit, got dressed for work, and slipped on a pair of five-inch black stilettos. Sitting at the edge of the bed, you watched him through the mirror.

He was brushing his curls carefully, focused. Today he wore a plain white shirt, black leather jacket, and black pants.

Simple. But on him? Unreal.

You stared at his reflection, completely in awe. Perfect eyebrows. Soft curls you loved running your fingers through at night. Chocolate brown eyes. Kissable lips. Warm brown skin.

Honestly... how was this man even real in the morning?

"Michael... what the hell?" you suddenly said. He flinched slightly and turned around. "What? What did I do?"

"How can you look so handsome and perfect, huh?" you asked, dead serious.
He immediately looked down, biting his lip, trying to hide his smile.

Now he looked even worse—in a good way. "Y/N..." he said softly, chuckling. "You're embarrassing me."

You walked over to him, gently placing your hands on his shoulders. You massaged them lightly, then wrapped your arms around him from behind. He smelled freshly showered and clean, his favorite perfume already making you melt a little.

You let go and moved in front of him again.
He turned toward you, sliding his hands around your waist and pulling you closer.

"Seriously, Michael... you're driving me crazy," you said, voice dropping into something softer, teasing.

He smirked slightly. "You're turning me on, babygirl... but it's a little early for that. It's 7:30 in the morning."

He leaned in and kissed you gently.
"But I don't mind continuing tonight," he added quietly, making you laugh. You shook your head. "You are impossible."

Then you cupped his face again, still admiring him. "God... how are your brows always perfect like that?"

He shrugged playfully. "I guess I'm God's favorite." You both burst into laughter.

"I love you, Michael," you said softly, sincerity slipping into your voice. "So much."

That made him pause for a second.
Then he smiled. It was soft, warm, real, and kissed you again, deeper this time. You melted into it immediately.

When he pulled away, he wrapped you into his arms. "I love you more," he whispered, gently stroking your hair. "You're the only woman in my life."

And just like that, the morning felt a little softer, a little warmer... like it belonged only to the two of you.