Don't Walk Away (A Michael Jackson Love Story)

Chapter 18: Can't Make Everyone Happy

After two more rounds, I finally detangled myself from Michael and sunk into the bed. "Lord Jesus." 

He was looking at me in that curious way again. I cut my gaze over to him. "What? I'm tired," I panted. He stroked my hair out of my face and kissed my forehead. 

"I love you," he whispered. His warm breath on my face made me quiver. 

"I'm hungry. Let's go out," I said suddenly, sitting up. My head spun a little. 

"We're all sweaty," Mike objected. He smirked a little. 

"That's what showers are for," I shot back. Sometimes, I felt like the only sane person. "I wouldn't go out looking like this." A quick glance at me, and anyone could tell I had been sweating profusely. 

"You still look pretty. You have that post-lovemaking glow. I love it." Michael grinned. 

"I'm pretty sure that's just sweat," I giggled. I swiped my hand over my face and wiped it on his. "There. Now you have the glow." 

He burst into a fit of laughter. "Ew!" he yelled. "Go shower, that's gross!" 

I hugged him tight. "No!" I laughed sadistically. 

Michael shoved me off. "Get in that shower, smelly!" 

I leaped out of the bed and jumped out of his reach. He pretended to stop caring. 

"Hey, Mike," I called. He turned his head. 

"What?" 

I stuck my tongue out and crossed my eyes. "Am I pretty now?" 

He lunged for me again, taking me by surprise. His arm hooked around my waist, and suddenly I was being dragged into the bathroom. 

"Girl, I'm hungry," Michael complained. He closed the shower stall with me inside. "I ain't got time for your nonsense." 

I giggled again. "Come in with me." I pressed up against the glass. 

He didn't hesitate to step in after me. "Turn that water on. It's cold in here." He tried to act unamused. 

I bit my lip and hugged him. "Don't be so grumpy," I pleaded. 

Mike flipped the switch for the water. I washed my hair, trying to hurry so we could go out before I had to go to rehearsal. 

He brushed up against me affectionately as he reached over for the soap. I was forced into the cold half of the shower. 

"Ugh. You're such a shower hog," I grumbled. "You're lucky my hair is clean." I opened the frosted glass door and hopped out. "Hurry up so we can leave." 

As I left the bathroom, I worried about rehearsal. The last thing I needed was more practicing of Lady Cab Driver. 

The phone rang. I ran over to pick it up. "Hello?" 

"Miss Davis? You have a visitor. He'll be right up." The woman at the front desk hung up before I could get a single word in. 

I threw on a robe and opened the door. Of course, out of all the people who could stop by, Prince had to be the one who actually did. 

"I'm coming in," he said, sitting in the chair by the window. 

I threw a towel at him. "Get out!" I snapped. "Michael's gonna come out of the bathroom and see you here!" 

"I was coming to pick you up for rehearsal. I thought it was a nice gesture," he explained. 

"You mean a nice way to get into my pants? I have two hours until rehearsal. Thanks but no thanks," I replied as I grabbed his arm to pull him out of the chair.