|Humor Me| ::A Michael McIntyre Story::

::Chapter 1.29:: {This Is An Important Question}

(A/N: Another author's note, I know how much you like them :P well this is only the second one... and in case you're blind...

And perhaps you missed the last one at the beginning of the previous chapter, just a reminder this is the second to last chapter.

Now is the part where you have a nervous breakdown and begin crying... ready... go... ... ... are you done? Thanks.

It's around 1:30 in the morning my time, and I'm very tired but I'm devoted :D I'll be posting the final chapter tomorrow.

It could be sometime between 12:00 PM - 5:00 PM before I post, or if I don't get around to it then sometime between 9:00 PM - 1:00 AM.

Michael McIntyre's POV:

This had been the absolute first time Juliet had stepped foot into my house. It was a strange experience if I'm honest.

I had suddenly felt unsure about bringing her inside... With my careless moping the past few days I hadn't cleaned.

The hour was late. The clock had read nearly midnight before we returned to my residence in Muswell Hill.

We had quite a bit of driving to accomplish across the city with the heavy night traffic from the show being in town.

I hopped into the shower immediately, nearly tearing my suit off as I entered the hot steaming water. 

The relaxing sensation quickly overtook my stressed out knotted body. I had hoped situations such as this one wouldn't be happening too often.

I scrubbed my hair clean, rubbing soap all over my body, cleansing it of any excess dirt or filth that may have bestowed it.

After stepping back out into the white walled bathroom, goose bumps rose on my skin from the sudden exposure of cold air.

I tossed on a pair of boxers I had taken out of my drawer prior to the bathing. As I walked into my bedroom, a beautiful sight overtook my eyes.

There she was, laying down on top of my comforter without her dress. Wearing what was only underneath.

"Can I help you?" I asked seductively. She rubbed the areas next to her, running her arms across the smooth fabric.

"Actually. You can." she purred amorously. I raised an eyebrow at this gesture, crawling onto the comfortable bed next to her.

There was a long moment of silence between us as we watch each other's eye movements. It was enticing to witness.

"Darling it's late and-" I was cut off immediately but her lips pressing down onto mine. Her hands grabbed my neck gently.

My hands roamed up and down her bare thighs, not knowing which way to explore. Her legs then dropped to either side of my body.

She ground herself into me, causing me to let out a moan of lust and want. She looked at me with fire in her eyes.

"What were you saying?" she whispered, breathing into my ear. It made me recall the first time I had made love to her.

The best feeling of ecstacy I had ever doted upon. But it couldn't happen tonight... only because of what I had planned for tomorrow.

After all, she does turn the well off age of eighteen. It needed to be special... but not in this way. I wished for this to be different.

I had stopped the intimacy right there, explaining she would need sleep for the next day. She rolled her eyes and immediately was unconscience.

I woke at an early time, so I could take a quick run down to the nearby jewelers market. I highly hoped they had good bands.