Be Careful What You Wish For. 2

Be Careful What You Wish For.

Michael's P.O.V.

She jerked away, putting her hand to her neck.

"Grace, come here!" I tried to see what it was but she wouldn't let me.

I tackled her until I finally grabbed hold of her hands pulling them away, revealing a big, bruise...thing.

I gasped, "What the hell did you do?!"

She looked down trying to hide her reddening cheeks, "It's not what I did...it's what you did."

Me?!

"What? H-how? I don't...what do you mean? Me?!" I was puzzled!

She giggled, turning around to look at me, she came really close and went on tip toes so that she could whisper into my ear, "When you had me against the door, you sucked on my neck, remember? You gave me a hickey, or, a love bite, well, whatever you wanna call it, you've marked your territory."

She pulled back to look me dead in the eyes, she bit her lip with a mischievous look on her face.

I was mortified! I'd done this to her? I didn't even think I was capable of such actions! "D-does it hurt? I'm so sorry!" I apologised.

She laughed, "No silly! I hadn't even noticed myself until...two women were pointing at me downstairs, motioning at it!"

I felt even worse! "Oh god! I'm so, so sorry!"

"Don't be, it's perfectly fine." She whispered caressing my jawline.

Although I felt bad, there was just something about it that made me feel powerful, she was mine and I'd made that clear, I found a thrill in giving her a piece of me, that there was actually some evidence of me being slightly intimate with her!

I smirked, by now it was getting pretty late and I was hungry!

"Hey, you wanna get something to eat? Watch a movie?" I half whispered, clinging onto her hips, her face still so close to mine.

"You betcha, as long as the 'something to eat' isn't my neck..." she said winking as she rubbed her nose against mine.