Have you ever loved someone so much that every kiss feels like your first and your last? You want to make it last forever and you never want to let that person go. Ever. Well, that's how I feel with Michaela. I can't ever get enough of her. Seriously, like damn, she's gorgeous.
"Beeecccaaa!" She called from upstairs her house. What does she need this time?
"Coommiinngg" I yell back, running up the stairs and finding her at the top of her bed looking down at me from the ladder. "Yeeess?" I say, staring up at her beautiful eyes.
"Help mee." She pouts, squeezing her arms out in front of her and motioning to her broken foot. I sigh and climb up the ladder, picking her up bridal style, and climbing back down. I place her on her foot and hold her waist to help her walk.
"You okay?" I ask softly, kissing her forehead.
"Yeah, I'm okay" she responds, blushing and looking at her foot.
"Let's get you to the couch" I smile, picking her up again and placing her on her couch. Even with a broken foot, she still looks great, and she's never seemed happier. I guess being carried everywhere is a perk.
I sat down next to her and stared at her. She always seemed to glisten, no matter what time of the day it was, or what she was doing. She noticed me watching and bit her lip. I love when she does that.
My eyes widen a little and I blush, leaning over to her and moving her face with my fingers against her chin. I peck her lips softly and she wraps her arms around my neck, kissing me gently. I feel it, again. The same feeling I get whenever she kisses me. My skin feels warm and a rush of happiness, as well as adrenaline, courses through my veins. I smile into the kiss and lift her onto my lap, biting her bottom lip and pulling away. I don't think I'll ever love anyone as much as I love her.
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