Be Careful What You Wish For. 2

Be Careful What You Wish For.

Still Grace's P.O.V.

His jaw fell open and he looked generally helpless, "Oh come on Grace! I am not physically capable to be chasing you around!" He complained.

I laughed hard, "Yeah, I know, why do you think I'm doing it?!"

His eyes widened, he couldn't stop himself from breaking out into a grin, "Ugh! You punk!"

I jumped down off the other side of the bed, awaiting a movement from himself.

"Can I please have my pyjamas? I'm starting to get cold!" He said in a sad voice, jutting out his bottom lip and wrapping his arms around himself, but, his guilt tripping wasn't going to work this time!

"I've already told you Mike, if you want them, then you're going to have to come and get them!" I teased again.

He sighed in defeat, he started to strop over to me, halfheartedly. He was walking, afraid to run incase his towel fell down.

I jumped and did a roly-poly over the bed to the other side, well out of his reach.

He growled, giving me a death stare, I smiled at him sweetly, just to make it that little more mischievous!

I watched as one of his hands wandered up and grabbed a hold of his towel, determined to keep it in place, the look in his eyes told me he wanted to get his pyjamas back!

"We can do this the easy way, or the hard way." He growled.

"What are my options?" I asked raising my eyebrows.

"The easy way...throw my pyjamas over here and no one will get hurt. The hard way...I will catch you, and I will wrestle you...and you will regret your actions Missy...let me make that bit clear."

I pressed my lips together trying not to laugh, "That sounds exhilarating...I choose the hard way!"

He raised his eyebrows, "Very well."

In a flash he launched himself onto the bed up onto his feet, I began to run out of the bedroom, down the hall and into the living room, I could hear him jump off the bed and begin running after me, I did the only thing I could think of, I opened the door to our hotel room and began running down the hotel corridor.