Our Beginning | Mickey Altieri

Chapter Twenty-Three

The feeling of someone's finger poking my cheek disturbed my sleep. I tiredly used my hand to swat away the other that kept poking me as I plank my face on Mick's hair. Continuous poking kept on again. "Ugh, stop I'm trying to sleep." Mick ignored me and palmed his hand on my hip, causing me to rise from my bed. "Jesus Christ that's cold!"

"Sorry, you wouldn't wake up." I look down to catch my eye on Mick giving me a warm smile. I snicker and send him a small grin since I'm a bit tired after what just happened.

After leaning down to plant a kiss on Mickey's cheek and hopping off the bed, I fell.

Thud!

"Ow."

"Are you alright!?" I move my hand around, signaling an 'I'm fine' signature. Luckily I wasn't too far from the drawer, yet once I lift my body up, I fell back down. 'There's no way...'

"N/n, you've been on the ground for a while."

I curve my head towards Mick's direction.

"I can't move my legs."

"Oh, shit." Suddenly a smile works his way on his face.

"What the hell are you smiling about? My legs are destroyed after we fucked!" Slightly laughing, he carries me off the floor. "At least I can carry you around until you have the ability to walk again." I roll my eyes but gave him a small peck on his cheek as a thanks, for helping me up. Mick held onto our clothing and gave us our outfits. He gave me his sweater along with my tee by accident. 'Why not?' He traveled around the dorm looking for his sweater. Little did he know, I'm already wearing it.

"Hey have you seen my-"

Once I put on the leather jacket, I turn around.

"Did you say something?" He noticed my shirt on my bed, untouched.

"Are you topless while wearing your jacket?"

"No." Remaining off, I slowly moved my whole body around to show him his blue sweater I'm wearing. I was expecting him to feel annoyed for wearing his sweater but he ended up laughing.

"Aw, you look so cute in my sweater!" The hideous, burning amount of flattering inside is just killing me at this point! At this point I couldn't even look away, I let Mick see my whole face turn flattered with his compliment. "Yeah, whatever," I mutter as I shove my face on my leather jacket sleeve.

Mickey didn't even look upset at all with my response after placing a kiss on my forehead. "I'm guessing you don't really get compliments from others, right?" I reply with a small shrug. "Well, just from Reggie and my parents, not anyone else back then."

"Besides, who knew my sweater looks hot on you?"

"Mick..." I slap his shoulder from how many times this man is making me feel from inside.

"What? I'm just saying the truth."

"God, you're making me feel things I've never felt in my life." I cover my face with both my hands, trying to maintain myself. "Good then." Both his hands held onto my wrists, pulling a distance away from me. We stare at each other as Mick began to lean closer. I put up a hand between us which results him to kiss my hand instead. "Don't you think that's too much kissing for today?" I ask, leaving a small laugh at the end. "Well what else can I do to show how much I love you then?" He asked with a tiny hint of sadness with small pouting look appearing.

"The stuff that you have been doing once we became close could be one thing." Mick leaves a 'fair enough' expression and detached me from my bed. "You still wanna go to the spot again?"