Sleeping With a Friend

Chapter Twenty-One

Michael's shirt fit snug around my body as I adjusted it over my head, taking a look down at the sleeping beauty behind me. He shifted on the bed, tossing an arm in the empty space I was just lying in next to him. The night before repeated in my head like a broken record, the most pleasant broken record to ever exist. There was a grin plastered on my face that I couldn't shake off. Not that I was trying to.

I walked into the kitchen, trying to tip-toe around the old place. I felt much more comfortable in my own place during an infamous morning after. However, something about this one felt much more different than ones before.

As the sweet scent of coffee refreshed my nose, I traced my fingers along my neck, feeling the raw skin where Michael had nipped and sucked. I shut my eyes, allowing myself to almost relive the euphoria in that moment and my hand, absent-minded in my actions, trailed down my stomach. I wanted to relive how amazing Michael had made me feel, with the thought of his hands running up and down my body, pleasuring me in the most amazing ways.

Through all of this thinking though, I couldn't help compare it to another. Although, Michael had been absolutely amazing in bed, at one point I couldn't help think of Ashton and remember the countless number of times I was the one writhing underneath of him. As my hand finally rested on my heat, I let out a sigh, wanting relive those moments once more.

"Mmm," I was startled by Michael's hands wrapping around my waist and him humming into my ear. His chin placed on my shoulder and I could practically hear the smile radiating off of his face. "Coffee smells amazing." He squeezed, making me giggle and twist around in his grip. I snaked my arms around his shoulders, grinning up at him. It felt like a fake one thought, like on the inside I wasn't really smiling. "Last night was amazing." He added last, placing his forehead against mine and taking his bottom lip between his teeth.

"Oh it was alright..." I played, watching Michael give me a shocked look.

"Alright? Just alright?" He lifted me up and placed me onto the counter behind us, standing in between my legs. I fell into a fit of laughter, placing my hands on his chest, feeling it rise and fall with every breath he took. He knew I was joking, or at least I hoped he did.

I stopped laughing and took a moment to admire him. I moved my hand, placing it on the side of his face, softly. I looked back and forth between his eyes and his lips, the plump skin that just a few hours ago was in places where I now ached for him.

"I do quite like the look of you in my shirt thought." Michael added with a smirk plastered on his face as he took my hand that rested on his face. He began tracing his fingers in my palm, a movement giving my arms goose bumps. I watched intently as he did this, thinking of all those times I would wake up to Ashton snoring next to me. He never took the time to even look at me the way Michael was at this very moment. But then again, I had to realize that this was nothing like what I had with Ashton, this was something so much more genuine, something much more worth fighting for then the other.

What was terrible about this entire thing, the past few months, was how I felt about myself. What I was doing with Ashton had forced me to change, and at the time I had thought it was for the best. Now I see that he was almost corrupting me, maybe not as harsh as it sounds, but it sure did feel like it. I liked what I had with Michael, I enjoyed it. And I'm even happier that we did what we did last night. More importantly, I liked how he was here, standing in front of me and not running for the hills.

"How's your hand?" I suddenly remembered what happened early in the night, ruining our original plans. I held onto his hand as I waited for an answer.

"Fine." He grinned, "I was just protecting my lady." Date after date, I honestly didn't imagine the words coming out of his mouth. And although I admitted before that the labels were what had gotten me into this mess in the first place, it was the label I was so worried about obtaining.

"I'm your lady?" I amused, wanting to see the words roll of his tongue.

"Yeah, of course." Michael placed his hands right above my knees.

I let out a chuckle, loving the sound of it more and more. I leaned forward, latching my lips onto his with a smile. I wiggled my fingers throughout his hair, tugging at the bits, the bed head one of my new favorite things about him. Michael then moved his hands low onto my waist, pulling me to the edge of the counter.

Minutes later, the room had mixed with the smell of long forgotten brewed coffee and sweat as he thrust into me. I yanked on his hair, letting out a breathy moan, urging him to go harder and faster. And moments after I was laying on top of him on the couch, our bodies connected by sweat, and yet I wasn't going to be the one moving first.

"I guess we won't be doing much today." Michael giggled, a sound I've come to love a little too much. His hands traced an unknown pattern on the back of my shoulder. I lifted my head from his chest, resting my hand under my chin to get a better look at him. I could still see a glisten of sweat where his hair began.

"I'm totally fine with that." I told him, "I could do absolutely nothing with you and it would be everything."

My feelings had grown so fast in the past month, yet after seeing Ashton last night, even though it wasn't he most pleasant of scenes, I could still feel a part of me yearning for him. Almost like I had to convince myself that this was what I wanted now, that Michael was who I wanted and who I had been waiting for to finally come into my life.

I guess I would have to convince myself a little...