"What's understood..don't gotta be explained. You know as well as I do, that you belong with me. Ain't no two ways about it." His eyes never left mine as he spoke, they only seemed to bore deeper into them.
I was fidgeting in my seat, wishing desper...
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"'Cause you been up on my mind, lil baby. I really think you mines, lil baby."
Friday nights in L.A usually meant two things—partyin', hookin' up, or a little of both. But here I was, doin' neither, and lovin' it.
"Oh shit, I almost forgot. These are for you," I said, reaching behind her seat. I pulled out the bouquet of roses I'd stashed there earlier. I didn't know her favorite flower, but all women love roses, right?
Her eyes widened in surprise, a genuine smile spreading across her face. "For me?" she asked, her voice soft as she reached out to take them.
"For you," I replied, suddenly feeling a little nervous. "I wasn't sure what your favorite flower was, but I figured roses were a safe bet."
She brought the bouquet to her nose, inhaling the sweet scent before looking up at me, her eyes shining. "They're perfect, Michael. Thank you."
The warmth in her voice and the way she looked at me made the small gesture feel like so much more. I couldn't help but smile back, relieved that I'd made the right choice.
"You didn't have to do this," she added, her fingers gently tracing the petals.
"I wanted to," I said simply. "You deserve it."
She leaned over and kissed me softly on the cheek, her lips lingering just a moment longer than necessary. "You're really something, you know that?"
I chuckled, feeling a blush creep up my neck. "I try."
She settled back into her seat, holding the bouquet close. "You're doing a lot more than trying."
The moment felt significant, like a small but meaningful step forward. It wasn't just about the roses—it was about the thought behind them, and the way it made her feel. And that was all I wanted.
I stopped at the red light, putting the car in park.
Gripping her chin in my hand, I pressed my lips firmly to hers. She took my bottom lip in her mouth, sucking on it before letting go. She had no idea what that did to me.
Unbuckling my seat belt, I leaned forward, letting my hand slide from her chin to her throat. Pushing her back into the seat, I continued my assault on her lips. Her hands tangled in my hair as I slipped my tongue into her mouth. Hastily, she pushed the roses to the side of the door before pulling me closer.
If we kept this up, we'd never make it to the beach. I wanted her. Badly.
But not like this, not for our first time together. She was worth more than a backseat quickie.
I let my grip on her throat relax, pulling myself from her lips. Tilting her head upwards, I licked up the side of her neck, biting down on the soft skin. She arched forward off the seat, her eyes fluttering closed as her breath came in quick pants.
