Another Michael Myers story

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My POV

I heard the door creek open, I kept my eyes half closed.
He took off his clothes expect for his boxers.
I felt the bed dip under his weight.
Please not again, I'm still sore.
Much to my surprise he lay on his side and drew me closer to himself.
I felt him bury his face into my hair.
Soon I heard him snoring, I breathed a sigh of relief.
What made me so special for him to want to keep me?
Why didn't he just kill me after raping me?
Did I like him doing that to me?
I seemed to somewhat enjoy it.
It would have been nicer if he asked instead of forcing himself on me.
I felt my body become overheated due to our close contact.
I lay there for an hour at least contemplating what all this meant.
I finally let sleep overtake me.

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I woke up to musclier arms around my waist.
I stifled a yawn, not wanting to wake up Mikey.
I briefly closed my eyes when I felt him kiss my forehead.
I peeked up at him through my lashes.
Sorry for acting like a jerk, he muttered.
I forgive you, I mean what else would I say?
I didn't want to piss him off again.
Really?
Yes I forgive you, you obviously haven't done this before.... I trailed off hoping I didn't hit a nerve.
He gave a small smile then kissed my lips this time.
I went to stretch and found out both my hands were free.
I sat up and popped my back.
I looked over at Micael and he was staring back at me.
So am I free to go back to my place?
Yes but at night you come here.
Fair enough I said around a yawn.
Do you want to come to my place for breakfast?
He nodded his head as a reply.
After getting dressed we headed to my house.