I woke up to soreness yet warmth and a smile on my face. Michael's arms were wrapped tightly around my torso while his face was nuzzles in the back of my neck.
I yawned out of exhaustion, reminiscing over early morning's events. We were one, and I was so glad to be able to share a part of myself to the love of my life. I don't feel like we were hasty, and I don't feel any regrets. I felt like I had forgotten the rest of the world when I was with Michael, and I think that's what love is supposed to feel like.
"Princess," Michael's hot breath hit against my skin and I felt my heart quicken almost immediately.
"Good morning, kitten," I replied in my morning voice, turning around in his arms to face him.
He smirks at me. "I think we already had a good morning, didn't we?"
I giggled. "Yes. It was the best moment of my life."
He closes his eyes and reopens them, his green eyes burning into mine. "You're the best moment of my life."
Holy shit. Michael Gordon Clifford is a beautiful man. I've known that the moment I stepped through the airport when I first arrived here (the cliché moment when it feels like it was just yesterday) to right now. He will always be a beautiful person and everyone in the world deserves a Michael Clifford; I feel like that's how world peace would happen.
"I love you," I whisper. "I love you so much and I know you love me too. Please promise me you won't ever stop, no matter what."
"I promise," he says, leaning forward to kiss the top of my forehead, "that I will never stop loving you - even if I try - no matter what."
"Thank you," I smiled gratefully at him, accepting his comforting embrace. "We should go downstairs to get some food, it's nearly twelve in the afternoon."
"Or..." Michael wiggled his eyebrows, "...we can have round two..."
I rolled my eyes but despite our morning breath (as disgusting as it sounds) I leaned into connect his awaiting lips with mine.
-
"What kind of friends are you?" Ashton pouted as Michael and I descended from the stairs together. "You ditched our sleepover."
"Maybe we decided that sleeping on the floor was, you know, uncomfortable," Michael chuckles.
Calum walks into the room and a smirk appears on his face as he glances between Michael and I. "Or they did something else..."
"What else could they have done?" Luke asked, a confused look on his face.
Calum sighs at his outrageously tall friend. "Let's just say a bedroom was involved."
"Oh..." A look of realization appeared on Luke's face. "OH."
"What we do or did isn't really any of your business," I rolled my eyes.
"Oh my God!" Calum bursts into laughter. "She didn't deny it!"
My face turns red immediately at his words, and I grumble, "I knew deep down inside that it'd be a bad idea to get out of bed."
"Stop embarrassing my princess," Michael snaps at the three boys, glaring at each of them and then giving me a sorrowful look.
My heart still races and my stomach still twists whenever he calls me his princess. I think it will always be that way. No matter what.
I hope.
-
"Where's Michael?" I asked as I returned to the living room after a shower and some freshening up.
