Strangers In Moscow

Chapter 3 Pt. 2

Shirley's P.O.V.

I giggle finally seeing that Michael was watching me the entire time. "Oh my God yes! I'll sing all you want if you let me play it.", I say while giggling. "Go ahead. Have fun with it!", Michael says while winking at me. I run over to the piano and start singing one of my signature songs, Eternal Sunshine, I play a medley and start singing:

Eternal Sunshine by Jhene Aiko

Is is strange for me to say that
If I were to die today
There's not a thing I would change
I've lived well
Maybe I have made mistakes and been through my fair share of pain
But all in all, it's been okay, I've lived well

And the more that I see, the more that I know
I don't know anything, at all
Like the more that I breath, and start to go slow
Oh, one of many things, I can only recall

All of the good things, good things
All of the good things, good things
Only the good, the good, the good
Only the good, the good, the good

All of the good things, good things
All of the good things, good things
Only the good, the good, the good
Only the good

Living on Sycamore street, and spend your weekends on the beach
We were free, to be everything we dreamed
Flying kites and water fights
Summer nights, we'd ride our bikes
On over hill, and dare our heights
Man I swear

The more that I see, the more that I know
I don't know anything, at all
And the more that I breath, and start to go slow
Oh, one of many things, I can only recall

All of the good things, good things
All of the good things, good things
Only the good, the good, the good
Only the good, the good, the good

All of the good things, good things
All of the good things, good things
Only the good, the good, the good
Only the good, the good, the good

Only the good things, good things
Only the good things, good things
Only the good, the good, the good
Only the good

I play the last of the melody and I look at Michael who seems very pleased and then I see tears come out of his eyes. "Michael, are you crying?", I ask shockingly. "Shirley, that was simply beautiful! Please play another, please?", he says with begging eyes. "Okay...I'll sing 'Blank Page' by Christina Aguilera.", I replied with a soft giggle. "Okay that's perfect!", he says completely satisfied. I play a few keys that play a soft melody and I begin to sing:

Blank Page by Christina Aguilera

I know there's hurt, I know there's pain
But people change, Lord knows I've been no saint
In my own way, regret choices I've made
How do I say I'm sorry? How do I say I'm sorry?

I was scared, I was unprepared
Oh, for the things you said
If I could undo that I hurt you
I would do anything for us to make it through
Draw me a smile and save me tonight
I am a blank page waiting for you to bring me to life
Paint me a heart, let me be your art
I am a blank page waiting for life to start

Let our hearts stop and beat as one together

Let out hearts stop and beat as one forever

As I continue to play and sing, Michael gets very close to me and starts breathing on my neck. At this point, it's very hard to concentrate on the notes or the keys. My body starts shaking because that's one of my sensitive spots. As he sits down on the bench, his lips never leave my neck. I tilt my head back in pleasure, because I can no longer fight it. He picks me up and sits me on his lap so I'm facing him as he's facing me. He starts at my neck, and then uses his tongue and traces along my jawline and then he start kissing my chest and I start to moan.