The Devil Walks Among Us; Book l - Completed 4/21/22

Aftermath

The following morning, Mia awoke in a strong grasp, like a python holding its prey. With a light sweat coating her forehead, she began to feel hot. She looked around at her surroundings, realizing that it was the next morning. The more she looked around, the more she realized that she wasn't in her bed alone. Michael was holding her, seeming to be fast asleep. He still wore his coveralls, except it was back over his shoulders instead of around his waist.

She didn't feel the familiar stickiness of his latex mask pressed against her skin. Instead, she felt the soft stubble that grew on his face against her forehead. Smiling slightly, she adjusted herself in his arms, feeling pressure against her ribcage, indicating that she had been laying on that side for too long. Her head was nestled against his chest, her arm draped over his stomach and her leg wrapped around his. She was surprised that Michael had let her cling to him in such a way. Perhaps he was too tired and too high on his newfound sexual pleasure that he didn't care that she slept against him.

She stirred, wanting desperately to turn on her other side, facing her back towards him, hoping he would follow. She was afraid to wake him up, seeing that he looked rather comfortable, afraid of his reaction. That is, if he even had one at all. She decided to take her shot, slowly removing her leg from over his, turning slightly, careful not to wake him.

She sighed in relief that she didn't wake him up. Instead, she gasped at how quickly Michael was to follow her lead, turning onto his side and draping his arm over her waist. She was astonished at his soft behavior, honestly expecting him to not even be there in her bed that morning. Maybe they were all wrong about him after all.

His thumb traced lazy circles on her hip, his fingers delicately dancing under the hem of her shirt, his skin hot to the touch. She grinned softly, her eyes fluttering shut after checking the clock on her nightstand, which read it was a quarter past eight. To her relief, she didn't have to go to work that day.

Letting her eyes open softly, it had felt like she had taken a short nap. Instead, she had let herself fall asleep for two more hours, only awakening to the sound of her phone ringing from the other room where she left it last. She groaned, feeling Michael's arm squeeze her softly, asking her to wake up as he truly didn't want to be the first one to get up and get the phone.

Mainly because he didn't know how to use such technology without breaking it - he was sure that he wouldn't get a happy reaction from Mia if he had done so. "What?" She grumbled, her eyes still closed, desperately wanting to ignore the phone.

Michael didn't respond. Instead, he gently shook her this time, his cheek pressed against hers, feeling a sly smirk plaster across his lips. He continued to gently shake her, his smirk getting wider and wider each time, genuinely reacting to her moans and groans of not wanting to get up. The next time he did so, he traced his fingers that were resting on her hip up towards her ribcage, really get a reaction out of her as he had discovered she was ticklish. "Fine! I'm up!" She groaned, hearing him huff a laugh as she sat up, not looking at him at all before standing to her feet, stomping towards the kitchen to retrieve her phone that had finally quit ringing. However, the notifications from the missed calls were from the Sheriff's office.

"Oh, shit." She sighed, knowing she would have to call back or wait until they showed up. She knew why, even Michael knew why.

She ran fingers through her messy hair, sitting down at the small accent table next to the sliding glass door that overlooked her patio and backyard, seeing a glimpse of her grazing horses in the distance. "Livingston County Sheriff's Department." They answered.

"Uhm, yes, I got a call from this number not too long ago. I'm calling back." She replied.

"Can I have your name please?"