Sweater Paws {michael clifford}{completed}

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Every other day Michael called Story or she called him, but almost everyday they spoke. And almost everyday they fell a little bit more in love with each other. Michael was reading on his nook when he heard pounding on his door. He got up, heading towards the door slowly. No one ever visited him so he was weary. But he quickly opened it upon hearing her voice. Story stood in Michael's living room within thirty seconds after he'd opened the door. She was smiling at him and her words were slurred. "Story what's wrong?" Michael asked holding her steady as she was wobbling. "I'm really drunk, Mikey." And despite of her slurred words and a burp here or there, his name rolling off her lips what his favorite sound.

Then she kissed him with everything she had. And this time they didn't pull away.