You sit on your laptop at your desk in your room, You've been researching for a school project for hours and your head is starting to pound.
Your legs cross under you in a swivel chair, causing a numbness to spread through them but you ignore it because it is the most comfortable position you have found all day. You shiver slightly because of the dropping temperature outside your window and pull your sweatshirt sleeves over the backs of your hands, still freeing up your fingers to type.
You hear the front door of the two bedroom apartment open and close loudly, thinking that it must in fact be the inhabitant of the other bedroom that just came through the door.
Instead of greeting him like you usually would, you turn your music up louder and smile as one of you and Michael's favorite songs starts next.
"Is that sweater weather I hear?!"
You smile as my boyfriend comes running into your room, already holding a slice of cold pizza even though he walked through the door literally thirty seconds ago.
He grins widely as the song begins, nodding to the beat and setting his pizza down on your desk with a mischievous grin on his face.
"All I am, is a man."
He sings the lyrics in his angelic voice and grabs your hand in an attempt to pull you off of your chair, which you resist at first.
"I'm not done with my homework, Mikey."
He doesn't stop singing, he just pops out his lower lip, making you give in and stand up. You can never say no to him when he's as cute and sweet as he is.
He narrates the lyrics with his movements as well as his words.
"Touch my neck and I'll touch yours,"
He places your hand on his neck and his on yours in one swift movement without a second thought,
"you in those little high waisted shorts."
You giggle at his raunchy motions as he pulls at your shorts to the words, a huge smile lighting up his face, and opens his soft sleeves over your hands when the chorus says "both your hands in the holes of my sweater".
Suddenly the lyrics become faster and lower and Michael's attitude goes from ridiculous to serious in a split second as he pulls you into his chest, lowering his voice to the same note as the singer and staring into your eyes.
You spin with him while he waltzes you both around on the hardwood floors, twisting you in and out of his body in a smooth, swift manner.
You mouth the lyrics, not wanting to hear your mediocre voice over Michael's flawless one.
"The goosebumps start to race,"
He slides his arm across yours with the beat of the song and the skin he touches raises almost on command,
"the minute that my left hand meets your waist."
He lowers his hand from your arm to your waist and you promptly wrap your arms around his neck.
"And then I watch your face
put my finger on your tongue 'cause you love to taste, yeah."
His bright green eyes refuse to leave your own, and he runs his thumb across your bottom lip, once again in sync with the song.
You feel my heartbeat speed up the same way to does every single time he touches you, even though you have been together for nearly two years.
As the song slows to a finish, his hand travels to the small of your back and his other one holds your face gingerly, keeping you as close to his body as possible and his breath hitches when you nuzzle your face into his neck, kissing his throat against the vibrations of his voice.
The music stops and he puts his curled finger under your chin. You find yourself unable to stop smiling as he presses a soft kiss to your stretched lips.
You soon loose your grin so you can mold into his lips and butterflies erupt in your chest as he places his small, sleeve covered hands on either side of your face. You kiss him back just as softly and passionately and run your hands through his messy, newly black and white dyed hair, which you love.
He pulls away after several seconds, ending the kiss sooner than you wanted and you let him know that with a disappointed sigh.
He wraps his sweatered arms around your small frame, bending down and squeezing you close, removing all space between each other.
You laugh quietly at his adorable, child-like gesture and fold yourself around him. Every day you wake up thinking you couldn't possibly be happier than the day before, but every day he proves you wrong. You love him, and you hope you never lose him.
Almost as if he could read your thoughts, Mikey presses his lips to your ear and whispers something so gently, his smile so genuine you can hear it in his words,
"I want to dance with you like that on our wedding night."
