Between The Books-Michael Clifford

Forty Three

Star's POV

"Michael, do you see it?" I'm just in my panties. "Seriously, I've looked everywhere! How do these things happen? It's like, while you're in the middle of fucking your brains out, they just creep out the door into...who knows where!" I say, throwing my hands up.

"Um, ok that was hot." He's standing on the other side of the bed, in just his boxers.

"Michael..."

"Sorry. I don't know, Baby. It's not on this side."

"Well my sweater's too tight to wear without a bra."

"No such thing." He says, grinning.

I smile. Ok, that was funny.

"Here, wear my shirt. I don't need one. Neither do you, but I get it." He grins.

He's seriously gotta stop that shit or we'll never get dressed.

He hands me his blue flannel. It's big enough I should be ok. Actually this is pretty hot just by itself. I pull it on, flipping my head over and shake my hair out. I stand up, flipping it back, out of my face.

"Do I look ok?" I say.

"Um....yeah. You should probably not do that again." He says, just looking at me. "Jesus girl, let's go before I throw you back down on my bed." He says, pulling on his jeans.

I walk over to the door. "Michael, are you sure they heard us? Maybe we're still ok." I say.

"No chance. You weren't lying when you said you weren't good at being quiet. Plus...it wasn't just you, Baby."

He takes my hand and unlocks the door. "Ready?" He says, smiling.

"I guess."

We walk out of his room and hear everyone laughing out front. Sounds like they're playing their trivia drinking game.

"You staying over?" Michael asks, squeezing my hand as we walk into the living room.

I look at him. I just really never want to leave him.

"You want me to?" I say, smiling.

"Yeah...I really do." He says, squeezing my hand.

What is happening with us? I know he feels this too. His eyes are so green right now, just...wow.

"Then I'll stay." I say, squeezing back.

I realize, all the laughter and voices before...yeah it's quiet now.

We turn at the same time to find everyone staring at us. Everyone's smiling....mostly. Scutter and Marcus, not so much.

Shit. I know they're close with Jax.

"Sooo...THAT sounded AMAZING!" Synna says, laughing.

I feel my face flush. Kill me now.

"YEAH it did! Did she tell you she's loud, Mikey?" Laney asks, pouring two shots of Loopy and bringing them over to us.

We let go of each others' hands and take the shots. Michael tips his back.

"Uh...not until it was too late." He grins at me.

I drink my shot and hand Laney my shot glass. "Another...maybe two, please."

"Sure thing, girl! Come on, spill! The boys are just starting a game. Us girls, we have a little bet going, on you and Mikey." Laney grabs my hand, pulling me over to the couch.

I look at Michael. He walks over to the pool table. Toby hands him a pool cue. "Congrats, man. Star and you are good for each other."

"I wonder if Jax would feel that way?" Scutter says. He and Marcus are standing at the other end of the table...looking at Michael.