"You don't want me..." I breathed, selfishly leaning into his touch. But I quickly pull away.
"I'm different and so not your type," I muttered, looking everywhere else but at him. He frowns slightly, eyes simmering.
"God, Anna." He exhaled, cool bre...
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'...Definitely not. That hard headed man always gets what he wants.
but the thing is, I wanted him too, every broken bit of his soul...'
ANNA
A YEAR LATER.
"Heads or tails?"
"Heads." Michael says from the driver's seat turning into the street. It was a cool night, the rain started pouring down the moment we walked out of the sushi shop.
"What's your favorite color?"
"Black."
"No, pick another."
He sighs a snarky smile plays in his eyes.
" caramel, I already told you-"
"I know," I giggle turning away to hide my face. I hate my laugh, it's terrifying.
"Don't do that." His fingers find my chin turning my head towards him.
Michael claims to love my snorty giggles and horrible laughter, but I'm not convinced. And every time I tell myself I'm not going to laugh it doesn't work.
"I was hoping you'll change your mind and say something else. Bright, maybe?"
The horrible sound continues to bubble out of my throat and he gazes at me like he does whenever I let it lose. He stared at me with so much longing it did things to my heart.
A year into this little- yet powerful thing we have between us and it's like I've known him for so long. its growing, with pit stops at the sushi shop, ordering pizza at ungodly hours and Michael stealing me away from work just to hold me and be in his arms and shower me with love and kisses. the stakes are higher but we've gone past each holiday, celebrated birthdays, discovering and getting to know each other. weekend getaways out of the city and beyond and returning with gifts and souvenirs. tiny bits or arguments, communication barriers all things that comes with handling the powerful aversion , love. and we're still here, hand in hand.
I'm going to miss it. The thought comes out of nowhere and I follow it blindly. As soon as his schedule gets out of hand, it won't be the same anymore.
"I don't have one, But my current pick would be caramel brown" Michael's voice draws me out of my mind. my eyes.
" awn... Are you trying to be romantic?" I tease and he just sits there but I know he wants to laugh. the sides of his lips twitching a little.
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Michael eases onto the high way driving me back to my apartment. Silence falls over us but it was peaceful, comfortable and it was okay because a silent moment with him, is never empty. It's always worth it.
