Be Careful What You Wish For. 2

Be Careful What You Wish For.

Still Michael's P.O.V.

Ray and Grace both came walking out of the bedroom, "Catch ya later, Mike! See ya, Grace!" He called before he left our apartment.

"Bye!" Grace shouted after him.

"Bye..." I whispered, looking down at the floor, when the door closed I turned around and slumped onto the sofa, I stared straight ahead, I couldn't get this dire thought out of my head.

I felt Grace's eyes burning through me, "What's up?" She asked, coming over and sitting next to me.

I shook my head, "Nothing."

"Have I done something wrong?" She asked.

I shook my head once more.

"Then what is it? Please tell me, you look really upset!" She pleaded.

I sighed, "Just umm...just something Bill said..." I admitted.

"About?" She kept pushing, I'd end up telling her, I know I would.

"You." I whispered glancing at her.
Her eyebrows raised, "Oh. Well now I have the right to know! What did he say?" She moved closer.

"Something about you getting bored..." I hinted, still with a hushed, upset sounding tone to my voice.

"Bored? Of what? Being in the hotel room? Because I won't! It's too good to get bored of!" She giggled.

I shook my head, "No, not the hotel room."

Her giggling stopped, "Then, what?"

I looked her in the eyes, "Me."