Unexpected First Love

Chapter 17- I-witness

He pulled into his driveway and park. He looked at me before opening the door and ran to my side to open mine.

"I know how to open a door u know." I looked up at him before getting out of the car.

"I know, now come on I want to take a shower." He picked me up and swung me over his shoulder closing the door behind me and click the remote to lock the car.

"Micheal, put me down!!" I screamed.

"If you weren't taking so long, you'd be walking on your own."

"Uuurggh." I groaned in frustration as he walked to the house, with me slung over him like a sack of flour.

He unlocked the door and opened it.

"Here ya go, make yourself at home." He set me on my feet. I punched his chest.

"What was that for?" He held his chest as I walked away.

"You really need to control your hands." I shot him a death glare,he raised his hands in defeat.

"In fact I do control my hands, don't push me."

"Whatever you say." He held out his hand to me.

"Where're we going?" I folded my arms.

"Tami, my dad's gonna be home soon, do you want to stay here with him?" He cocked his to the side.

I reluctantly took his outstretched hand and he led me up the stairs. I wouldn't wanna have an awkward moment with Michael senior. Spare me that please! At least for now.

He led me to his room. It was blue and classic, no boy toys, just trophies and medals, and a few family pictures on the wall and on his large dresser. He had a desktop computer and a Mac pro beside it. He even had a mini fridge. His bed was way bigger than mine and for a boy l, his bed was well made and his room was tidy. He had blue bed spreads and pillow case to match.

"Welcome to my crib," He opened his arms as he turned to smile at me; His joy was contagious, I had to smile back. He held my arms, "make yourself comfortable baby." His kissed my forehead then my lips.

"I would've rather stay downstairs to watch TV."

"No need to be downstairs." He walked over to his dresser and grabbed a remote.

He pressed a button and slowly a flat screen TV emerged from the foot of the bed. I gaped at him. I didn't see that one coning.

"Here you go." He handed me the remote and laughed at my facial expression.

"Thank you." I grabbed the remote and plopped on the bed.

Ohhhh, it was so soft and firm. I bounced up and down on it. His hand covered his face as he tried stifling a laughter.

"Comfortable?" He smirked as he hovered over me.

"Very." I bit my lip unconsciously.

"Want a drink?"

"What do you have?" I began flicking through channels as he walked over to the mini fridge.

"Umm let me see," he pulled the door open and bent to look inside, "Sprite, coco cola-"

"Sprite please." He grabbed one and sent it over to me. "Thanks."

"You're welcome. Can I get you anything else?"

I shook my head as I finally got lifetime.

"OK, I'm going to take a shower now." He pulled his shirt over his head.