𝐑𝐞𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝗼𝐧 | 𝚂𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚍 (DISCONTINUED)

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Day 1

I woke up in a head lock, michaels arm draped around my neck almost suffocating me.

I pinched myself making sure that this was real and wasn't just some big dream. And it wasn't.

I had missed him so much that I moved in closer as if we weren't already as close as possible. This caused him to wake up and as he looked down at me I smiled softly.

He kissed me on my forehead and then sat up.

There was a moment where we just stared at each other.

My favorite thing about him was that his eyes were kind. I'd get lost in the because they comforted me so well. They were so sweet, his eyes were like someone telling you "I care" over and over again. Looking into them made me feel protected.

"You hungry ?" He asked and I nodded my head.

He picked me up and brung me downstairs with him, he cooked breakfast and we ate when we were finished, we both decided that we weren't ready to get ready so we sat on the couch watching criminal minds.

I'd occasionally yawn and he'd occasionally softly rub me.

"May we just stay in please?" I asked him and he smiled.

"You tired?" He asked and I shook my head yes.

"And that I just want a full day with you, like just only us, I've missed you too much. I just wanna spend time home."

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and that we did.

right after that we took a nap, I was the first one to wake up, hurrying upstairs to take a shower.

I couldn't help but notice all my clothes I had left hanging on my side.

I grabbed a pair of skims shorts sets, which was cream and placed it on the bed before getting in the shower.

I lathered myself in dove and for a minute just stood in the shower.

Just as I was ready to get out I felt the shower door open letting in cold air.

It was Michael except he didn't have on any clothes. I didn't say anything as he got in the shower with me.

I just let him.

We looked at each other the whole time, our eyes never leaving each other's except for when he washed my back and I washed his in return.

I could feel the tension, but I knew now was not the time, we had both just woken up from a nap and needed time to adjust ourselves.

But I couldn't help but imagine him taking me down right here. I hated how my mind got when he was near.

We shared a kiss, but it was brief because we both knew what would happen if we didn't stop.

Once we got out he offered to moisturize my body with the shea butter and I said yes.

He placed me on our countertop, erykah badu played in the background and the mood had been set.

first he started with my shoulders and my upper part as the rest of my body was covered in a towel.

He'd occasionally ask if it felt okay and I'd give him a small "mhmm".

He then removed my towel and exposed the rest of my body. I felt nervous underneath his gaze but not shy, I wanted him to see me.

As he massaged my breast I let my hands hover over his, we both just stared so each other with so much love and lust.

His hand wandered to other places, only slightly glazing over my lips and clit, before he brung them back to my inner thighs.

As this happened I tugged at the white towel that hung at his waist as I saw him harden through it.