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I awake from the uncomfortable feeling in my back. I stretch as best as I can. Though I was laying on my side. He was laying on top of me. Both of us are still naked. The tv was still playing.
"Baby," I said touching his cheek.
He groans and his arm scoops under me. This man is lucky I like him so much. I brush some of his curls out of his face. I kiss his forehead because I couldn't reach his lips.
"Baby, get up."
"Why?" He asks in a groan.
"Let's get in the bed where it's more comfortable."
"I don't wanna move. I'm comfortable."
"You are. But, my back hurts." I say in a groan.
"I'm sorry Maya." He says half-sleep.
"It's okay. Let's get into your bed. Since it's bigger and more comfortable."
"Okay."
He sits upon his knees. He stretches as he yawns big. His tip grazing across my leg and I take in a sharp breath. He rubs his eyes. I sit up and stretch myself. He stands from the couch before I do. Damn my back hurts.
"You owe me a back massage." I say rubbing my lower back.
He grabs the remote and turns the TV off.
"Anything for you my love."
"I'm serious Michael."
He gives me the side-eye.
"No. My name is baby." He says wide awake now. "Don't call me Michael ever again."
I roll my eyes at him. But, you wanna keep me a secret though.
"Let's go to bed." I say walking away from him.
"I'm coming, beautiful."
I open his bedroom door to see him catching up to me with our clothes in his hands. I walk into his room with him following behind me. I pull the sheets back and climb into the bed as he heads into his closet. This is so much better than the couch. He comes back and crawls into bed on top of me. Taking the sheets with him.
"What are you doing?" I ask as he lays his head on my chest.
"You holding me helps me sleep. You playing in my hair relaxes me. I just have to feel you. I need to know that you are real. I'm scared I can be dreaming and I'll wake up and you'll be gone. I can't lose you. I need you."
Oh, Michael. You're something else. You have my heart, Michael. You're my baby. I pinch him. We both need to know that this is real.
"Ow." He says rubbing his arm. "Why would you do that?" He whines.
