Michaels in Love (BoyXBoy) English

Chapter 14 - Season 1: Lovers in Disguise

Liz was taking forever. Seriously. It had been more than five minutes since she hung up her call with Ramiro. I exhaled heavily, trying to keep calm, but then, out of nowhere—I hiccuped.

"What's that???" Liz's voice cut through the air, startling me. I froze as her fingers curled around the edge of the shower curtain. She was about to pull it open. My eyes widened in panic. Oh my God... no... This couldn't be happening.

Then, like a divine intervention, there was a knock on the door.

"Liz, Ramiro said you ordered something," Mike's voice called out.

Relief washed over me like a tidal wave as Liz stopped. She didn't open the curtain. Moments later, she left the bathroom, muttering something about errands.

I had been in the bathroom for almost two hours now, completely unaware that I had dozed off. My eyelids fluttered open as I felt something warm and soft press against my lips. I gasped awake to find Mike's smiling face inches from mine, his lips lingering with affection.

"My baby, I'm so sorry you were stuck here for so long," he said tenderly, taking my cold hands in his warm ones and helping me sit up.

"I'm fine, Mike," I reassured him, but he frowned, noticing the chill in my fingers.

"Your hands are freezing." He pressed soft kisses to them, his warmth slowly thawing the cold.

God, he was sweet. My lips betrayed me as a wide grin stretched across my face, my cheeks aching with the effort. I couldn't help it—Mike just had that effect on me.

"Come on, baby," he said with a grin. "I'll make you breakfast."

"Okay," I said, feeling the butterflies in my stomach stir.

It turned out that Liz and Ramiro had arrived earlier, albeit in separate cars. Ramiro had come to drop off Mike's vehicle, while Liz wanted to visit and had left the house keys with Mama Rose since Mike hadn't answered his phone last night. However, they didn't stay long. Liz got an unexpected call about an appointment at Belo Medical Group and decided to have Ramiro drive her because she wasn't feeling too well.

Meanwhile, Mike had whipped up the most delicious fried chicken for breakfast. I didn't know what made it so good—maybe it was just fried chicken—but something about eating it while he fed me made it taste divine.

"Mike, I'm full. I won't be able to eat lunch after this," I teased, leaning back in my chair with a satisfied sigh.

"Eat more, baby," he coaxed with a laugh. "You'll need the energy because we're going out later."

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see."

"Okay," I said, pretending to be annoyed, though the excitement bubbling up inside me was impossible to hide.

After breakfast, Mike told me to get ready because we were going on a date. A date! My heart raced at the thought. He opened his second wardrobe for me to pick an outfit. My jaw dropped. Rows upon rows of neatly folded clothes filled the cabinet—it was overwhelming.

I settled on a sleek black Armani Exchange long-sleeve tee and matching Armani Exchange jeans. To top it off, I chose a red Billabong cap and a pair of black Ray-Ban sunglasses. When I looked at myself in Mike's large mirror, I had to pause. Wow. I actually looked good. Like, really good.

Feeling pleased, I waited for Mike in the living room while he finished getting ready. Moments later, I heard footsteps on the stairs, and when I turned to look—my breath caught in my throat.

Mike descended like a vision. He looked so effortlessly handsome in his outfit that I couldn't believe my eyes. He wore the same style as me—a black Armani Exchange ensemble—but his cap was blue instead of red. With his sunglasses on, he looked like a movie star.