Be Careful What You Wish For. 2

Be Careful What You Wish For.

Still Michael's P.O.V.

The lift began the long climb up to the top floor, I felt Grace tap me on the shoulder. I turned to her.

She put her finger on my shirt, right on the middle of my chest, "What's that?" She asked.

"What?!" I asked shocked, looking down to see where she was pointing, as I did she flicked her finger up and twanged me on the nose! My head immediately shot bak up and I began to rub my nose, "Oww!" I laughed.

She was giggling uncontrollably, "As if you fell for that!" She laughed.

"Well! That wasn't nice!" I pretended to sulk in the corner of the elevator.

I heard her still giggling ad walk up behind me, she hugged me from begging, "Sorry Mikey..." she said childishly, I turned around to meet her baby faced, puppy dog expression.

"Aww!" I cooed when I saw her unbelievably cute face!

I bent down to her level and kissed her softly before bundling her into my arms and giving her a tight hug!

Before we new it the elevator doors opened again 'Doors open' said the automated women's voice again.

We walked out of the lift hand in hand, I saw Grace looking around, maybe looking for our room number?

I had always stayed at this hotel whenever I came to Manhattan, I was always in Room 170 too, so I didn't have to look, I knew exactly where the room was!

I lead her down a long narrow corridor right to the end where our door was located.

I had thought this through prior to our arrival, in the room there was two bedrooms, one for me, one for Grace!

I grasped the key card to our room and slid it in the lock, we heard a click and the door was open.