If you love me (Michael Afton x Reader)

Chapter twelve

My head was full of memories from last night, or rather, from this morning. That slow and passionate kiss..

I went down the stairs. Reaching the end of them, I went to the kitchen. There I met my mother, who, as usual, was having coffee with my father.

"Y/n, this weekend the Aftons will be staying here to take care of you. We have to go to LaVerkin, your father has an affair with a partner and I have to accompany him. You promise me you won't do anything until what time do we leave?" My mother told me, after sipping her coffee.

"Oh. Sure, you can count on me!" I said. I ate my breakfast and went to my room.

Time skip
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"Ok, I took the luggage, we have food and occasionally we take more on the way... that's about it," said the mother. "Come my children, let me hold you in my arms." Mother said and Clara laughed. "Oh come on M/N, the kids will be in good hands. The house won't catch on fire, not this time, and the kids will be well behaved, right?" Clara asked. "Do not look at me." Michael said.

After the parents took us in their arms, they left. "I'm going to the kitchen to prepare dinner, if you need me call me." Clara said. "I'm going to watch the match, Manchester United is playing Chelsea, it's not to be missed." William said. "Mommy, mommy! Can we play with the cat??" Elizabteh asked, turning around. "Sure." Clara answered.

"Well, I'm going to the room." I said. "I'll come with you." Michael said. "No, Michael, come watch the game with me like the men, leave the women as there are many in the world". William interrupted him. "But dad-" Michael started to say. "Michael, listen to your father." Clara shouted from the kitchen. "Yes, Michael, listen to dad" I laughed and went to my room.

After about half an hour I heard the door to the room open. When I looked, Michael was there. "Micha-" I didn't get to finish because a pair of lips was glued to mine.

I cupped his face and leaned in closer. It was like Heaven. We were both in my bed, making out?? In what dream am i.

After a few minutes, I pulled back to catch my breath. "Michael fuck you" I managed to get out. "I needed this." He said holding my waist.

I broke the kiss and looked at him in the eyes. "So, when do you think we'll announce our relationship?" I ask him.

"I don't know, love. We'll just have to see, and when's the right time we'll just announce it. It's not like anyone can stop us now.." He said.

"You're right..." I said as i placed a finger on his lips. "I'm always right." He said, kissing me again.

He got up from the bed, went to my window and opened it wide, taking the pack of cigarettes from his pocket and taking out a cigarette. "Since when do you smoke??" I asked him, seeing him put the cigarette in his mouth, lighting it.

"Hmm...since i was like..dunno...maybe 12?" He asked himself. "Somewhere over there".

"Ok. You'll smoke as much as you want. But not next to me, near me or in front of me, and we won't kiss until you wash up. You stink." I told him. "I hate the smell of cigarettes. Seriously"

"How sensitive you are" He said, laughing.