Chapter Six: "Secret"

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Michael's POV
Los Angeles, CA
Saturday Evening
"Even though you spark my fire, it ignites my desire."

I want to tell Vanessa something, but I feel like it would break her heart. Yet again she's a strong woman.
The feelings I feel for her are so strong , and to think to hurt her would be criminal. The amount of love I have for this woman is outrageous no, I'm not making Britney Spears song title puns aha- maybe I'm overthinking this way too much. Here I go...

I approach her slowly her back is turned towards me my heart racing so fast I could feel it in my throat I regain my composer, and I lie down next to her. Vanessa's soft chocolate brown hair draped over her bare shoulder I place a soft gentle peck upon her shoulder. I could feel her rustle underneath my satin sheets.

A "hmm.." escapes her lips a smile plasters itself across my face. Vanessa, rolls over and her chocolate eyes meet mine suddenly her pupils dialate indicating she's seen something she likes. My pupils recreate the dilation. I try to find the words well the right words to say I don't want to ruin this moment.

Vanessa, rose up and rests on her elbow not breaking our gaze.
"Michael, you feeling alright?." Vanessa asked with an concerned tone in her voice. I clear the lump out of my throat before I began my sentence.

"Y-yeah I'm feeling fine. There's just something I got to tell you, but I don't know how to tell you." I say ultimately nervous. I can see her face start to show a shade of disapointment. I keep revisiting my thoughts to make sure I'm making the right choice. I finally gather my thoughts, and begain my sentence.

"The first day you showed up to my business... I was going through a rough patch as a result of that I tend to be a asshole towards my workers, and it had became such a bad habit for me that whenever I step into the building I paint on that facade. I know your first impression of me was not who I really am, and honestly if I could go back I would've been different...What I'm trying to say is-..." Before I could even finish my explanation she climbs on top of me, and starts kissing me passionately.

Vanessa pulls away, sits back, and looks at me.

"Michael, I don't care about who you are at work I care about who you are when your with me. Okay..."
Those words sounded like music to my ears, and suddenly my nerves were eased. A moment of bliss appeared.

Sigh...

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