Be Careful What You Wish For. 2

Be Careful What You Wish For.

Still Michael's P.O.V.

I walked out of the bathroom slowly, I glanced around and caught a glimpse of Grace sat at the dresser, taking off her makeup, I loved her natural look, it made her look uber classy and sexy.

"Good shower?!" She chirped, sort of startling me.

"Oh! Umm, yeah, yes, thank you..." I stammered, the nerves were taking hold, I slicked back my hair with my fingers as the water droplets were running into my eyes, I wandered over to Grace, leaning over her and resting my chin on her shoulder, looking at her through the mirror, she looked adorably cute in her grey pyjamas, they had purple polka dots on them.

I made a face at her through the mirror and she chuckled, raising an arm and wrapping it around my neck, playing with the drenched hair dangling down the back of my head.

"Your hair feels awesome wet..." she stated, I felt her twirling and twisting separate curls between her fingers, sending shivers up my spine, I caught her raising her eyebrows in a fast, yet, suggestive manner.

She slowly raised to her feet and I straightened up from my leaning position, she turned around, looking deeply and intently into my eyes, one of the palms of her hands rose up and settled on my chest, which was still covered in water droplets from the shower, the warm sensation of her hand made my heart gallop and my body crave.

"You feel cold..." she said amusingly as her finger ran the length of my chest and stopped where my towel was tied around my waist, I instinctively grabbed my towel, preventing it from falling down, or stopping her tearing it away.

I figured she sensed the meaning of my motion and removed her hand, smirking, almost looking defeated before she backed away and sat crossed legged on the bed, my eyes followed her trail. I found myself unable to move, what do I do now?

I just stared ahead before I heard her voice.

"I wasn't lying you know, you really did feel cold!"