Delicate.

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After him doin the absolute most he could, he winks at me. I roll my eyes playfully and shake my head at his crazy self. I slap his butt and shut the door behind me quickly. He jumps and covers his behind with his hands.

"Hey! That's delicate!" He chuckles and I grab it and squeeze it.

"Well sorry it was just too cute that I couldn't help myself." I laugh lightly.

"Oh gosh, Heaven stop you're embarrassing me.." He giggles. Dang. He's so cute when he gets embarrassed.

"Fine, I'll stop since it's so delicate." I say putting quote bubbles around the word delicate. I take Michael's hand and drag him with me to the kitchen.

"Are you hungry?" I look through the freezer as he sits on a nearby bar stool.

"I thought you'd never ask. Yes, whatchu got?" He asks as he chuckles.

"Okay fatty, I have pepperoni pizza. You want pizza?" He pauses and thinks for a minute.

"Sure!"

"Well you know what?" I ask.

"Huh?"

"You don't get nun.!" I say and laugh.

"Ha. Ha. Very funny." He says with playful attitude.

"I'm just kidding, but I don't feel like making it and I don't want to take a chance of you trying to make it and burn the house down. Sooo Ima be on the safe side and just get it delivered." I take out my cell phone from my pocket and dial Petey's Pizzaria to order our food.

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