"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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ANNA
"Good morning,"
i hear his voice as my eyes fluttered. I turn over on my side to burrow back into sleep.
"Go away." I mutter and he chuckles.
Wait.
I open my eyes quickly and glance around the room. It wasn't a dream he is actually here and Good God! There's white daisies everywhere in this tiny space with balloons and so many shopping bags.
I slowly sit up and the covers fall on my lap exposing my bare bump. Michaels eyes flicker down, and he stare's at it with a loving look in his eyes. I barely went to bed clothed, I get hot flashes now so I just threw on some underwear and a tube crop top and Slid into bed. I slowly shift myself, moving around to find a comfortable spot. His eyes follow my movements never leaving.
"What are you doing..." I rub my eyes, "here?" I added, yawning and stretching.
He offers me a captivating smile.
"Happy Mother's Day."
I blink. Then I blink some more. My brain might be asleep but it's definitely not clogged so I should have heard him and processed what he said...to be false.
" what?" I falter, giving a blank stare. He raised a perfect brow. "Michael, are you okay? Goodness we're in the month of June—" I started concerned but he cut me off gently.
"I missed your first mother's day, my love." He said. His voice sounding croaky yet it still made my heart throb a little. Michaels eyes flickered to mine, resting there. "You left Pavilon for two months and I was thinking I could still make up for it." He frowns, he looks almost like he was mad at himself for it.
I draw a blank, staring at him. A harsh inclination sparks on my tongue but I hold it in. My sleepy brain can't handle him right now. okay maybe that's an excuse. The truth is I don't know what to say to him. Do I take the gifts lined up on the floor in many bags or do I just yell at him or say something harsh just so he would leave me alone.
Silence...a moment beats, then two. I press my lips together, and then I sighed.
"Uh-Okay...thank you." I spoke softly, giving him a small smile which he returned with one of his wide, beautiful ones that had my had my stomach twisting inside me.
"Coffee?" He stands to his feet enthusiastically with a large cup of iced caramel frappe in his hand,topped with loads of whip cream and caramel drizzled heading over to me. My mouth waters but then I remember, I'm half naked.
"Stop!" I yell. Michael frowns but does so anyway. I wave my hand around.
"It's too early for this," I start and he grinned. "Thank you and please leave the coffee right... at the foot of the bed, I'll get it." I said hoping he'd listen but his lips turn downward curling with a frown.
