Waking up in the person who's basically the reason you live's arms is one of the best things in the world and I wished everyone could experience this feeling. Maybe the world wouldn't be so bad - maybe some people wouldn't be so bad if they had their soulmate.
Most people want power and money. Me? I want love.
I want to be with Michael till the end of my days, which will hopefully be when we're both old and have grey hair and wrinkled skin. When our backs hurt too much to stand up so we lay in bed all day together. When we watch our grandkids (and maybe even great grandkids, if we're lucky) play in the backyard.
Michael Gordon Clifford has become my only reason within the numbered days and I don't know how to repay him.
"Mia," is the first thing he says when he wakes up. His groggy morning voice is music to my ears and I pretend to still be asleep even though I had woken up just ten minutes ago and watched him sleep - I hope that it isn't crazy as it sounds.
I feel Michael's lips press against the tip of my nose and I tried to remain my posture, and fought the urge to kiss him.
"I know you're awake, princess," he chuckles.
I let my eyes flutter open, since I had been caught in the act. "Good morning, kitten," I say and smile.
"Those are the three words I want to hear every morning when I wake up," he grins. "And it would even better if they came from you."
I lean upwards (he had been laying on top of me) to kiss his lips but he stops me. "Ah ah ah," he hums, a smirk playing on his pink plump lips that I desperately wanted to kiss. "Morning breath."
"My own words against me," I laughed. "I'm impressed."
"But unlike you," he pauses, placing his fingers under my chin to lift my head up closer to his, "I don't mind morning breath."
His lips were finally against my own and I gasped when his tongue ran against my bottom lip. My hands cupped the sides of his face, trying to bring him as close as possible. He presses his body against mine, creating friction that I wanted to last forever.
Michael's lips leave mine and I pout, only to have them attached to my jaw a moment later. I bite my lip, trying to withhold the whimpers that are threatening to escape my mouth. We are in his parents after all, and after that good impression I don't want them knowing what we are doing.
"Say my name, baby," Michael breathes against my skin, his lips trailing to my neck.
"Michael," I say quietly, in fear of us getting caught. I still have a mind of my own, though I don't think it will last longer if Michael keeps doing this to me.
"That's right princess," he mutters.
"Kitten," I let out as soon as he nibbles on the side of my neck.
He starts kissing all the way down to my collarbone and my hands move from his face to his hair, then to his back. As my movements change, his do too. His lips travel up to my ear, and soon he kisses my sweet spot.
Feeling courageous and confident, I attempt to flip us over but I don't succeed. Michael gives me a confused look and I breathe out, "Let me take care of you this time, kitten."
He smiles and nods, flipping us over so now I'm on top of him. I place my hands on his chest and I lean in to place a teasing kiss on the bottom of his neck. I slowly kiss up, and I could tell his patience is soon becoming nonexistent.
"Princess," he says as though it is painful for him, "please."
I bite down on the skin of his neck, soon knowing that my mark will be forming there in a couple of minutes. My lips are now on his jawline which seems to be his weakness. I use that to my advantage and start placing soft, sweet kiss all over.
