Be Careful What You Wish For. 2

Be Careful What You Wish For.

Michael's P.O.V.

I pulled her back and kissed the tip of her nose, "Wanna go unpack?" I asked.

She smiled and nodded, taking my hand and walking with me to our room.

A mountain of bags lay on the bed, we sorted out whose was whose, "If you want the top drawers, I'll have the bottom drawers?" I offered, considering there was only one chest of drawers in the room.

"Are you sure?" She questioned.

"Of course!" I said bending down and putting my underwear and T-shirts into a drawer.

I went to put my shoes into the closet while she put some of her clothing into the other drawers. Then we swapped and she went to hang somethings up and put shoes in the closet.

"YOUR SHOES ARE MASSIVE!" I heard her shout, I immediately blushed and walked to the closet where she had one of my shoes and one of her shoes in each hand, comparing the sizes.

"Look how big your feet are compared to mine! Mine are like half the size!" She was amazed!

She looked up at me, looking gobsmacked, I took my shoe away from her.

"Why are they so big?! It's not like you're overly tall either!" She quizzed.

I chuckled, "I dunno! Runs in the family? I'm not sure!"

We both walked out of the closer, "You have huge hands too!" She laughed.

"Oh don't get me started...they're monsters!" I groaned, looking at them.

"No they're not! I love them...they're actually quite sexy..." She complimented.

"My hands are sexy?" I repeated in an unamused tone, "Next joke,  Grace." I said laughing.

"Well I like them! And anyway, you know what they say about big hands and big feet!" She hinted raising her eyebrows in a suggestive manner. 

"What do they say?" I asked intrigued.

She raised an eyebrow and shot my a sly smile, "Oh! You don't know?! Well I'm gonna let you figure that one out for yourself!"