𝐎𝐛𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐎𝐟 𝐌𝐲 𝐀𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Part 13 ~ Unsure Feelings

Michael's Point Of View ~

" . . please . . listen to me . . "

My eyes searching her confused emerald green ones. Her arms are wrapped around my neck and her legs spread open as my dick is sitting in her warm, soaking pink pussy that I can never get enough of. She's still lying on her back. My face is directly over hers. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest, feeling as if it's threatening to break free at any second. My mind is becoming fuzzy, I'm having trouble talking. I can't seem to get my words out. 

I'm nervous . . 

Oh no. But I can't back out . . not again, not this time. 

"Olivia . . baby . . " I whisper softly to her, gently caressing my thumb up and down her cheek. I smile from her comfort . . moaning in my mind as I feel the softness in her skin. 

"What is it, Michael? . . are you okay? . . " She asks me very softly. 

The sound of concern rushing through her sweet voice. She places her warm palm on my forehead gently. My curls hanging down in front of her hand as she shifts her worried eyes around my seemingly unreadable face. Oh no. She looks so incredibly worried right now. 

Come to think of it . . 

Her voice did sound quite when she said the last two words. They were softly said . . in a whisper. Maybe kind of like she didn't want to say them, maybe thinking I'm about to say something terrible in response. 

I'm okay. I'm just tired. 

Tired of carrying this constant weight on my shoulders that I have been carrying for 10 long years and I wanna finally say it. That is the only thing I'm not okay about. And that's what I wanna tell her . . everything that is. I wanna get it out . . I feel I have to. I want her to hear it. I want her to smile at me after I do say it to her, I want her to tell me she's in love with me too. I nod quickly. Doing my best to reassure her of any worries she may have. 

"Yes Olivia . . I'm okay. It's just . . "

I can't say it. She'll reject me and then we won't be the best of friends that we are now . . it'll be too awkward and we'll just slowly fade away from each other and then eventually out of each others lives in no time. If I tell her and she doesn't feel the same . . it may be a huge blow on our friendship that may result in those unfortunate circumstances.  I can't risk not having Olivia in my life . . that would just devastate me. Ugh Michael. Stop thinking so much and just tell her. Get it out in the open and over with. I'm repeating this over and over again in my head.

Great. Yep! It's my nerves . . 

They are getting the best of me again. They always do. But I can do this. Olivia lifts her head up from off the pillows that rest underneath her head . . kissing my cheek softly, instantly calming me. I suppose she can see that I'm so incredibly nervous. If only she knew exactly why though . . the real reason why. 

I kiss her forehead, brushing my thumb up and down her cheek. 

"Olivia, baby . . I'm in . . "

The both of us are startled slightly. It's the ring of a phone . . the captivating voice of Jhene Aiko pouring out of Olivia's phone. I look down to her as she still lays underneath me. She gives me a sympathetic look as she's fully aware that her annoying phone had just interrupted me. She sighs . . knowing if she doesn't stop the ringing . . it'll just get in the way. 

"I'm sorry Michael, let me turn it off and then please continue . . "

I flash her a smile, leaning down once again to kiss her forehead softly. I pull out of her passion area, oh so slowly so I don't harm her doing so. She hops off the bed to retrieve the phone. I look over my shoulder to her, my eyes soften on the sight of her still naked body before me. She's bent down slightly, her hands looking through her bag that's sitting on a chair in the corner of my bedroom. I groan softly to myself, feeling defeated. As if the phone's ring had just stabbed me in my heart, leaving my greatly wounded, knowing this interruption has left me unable to continue. 

I watch her as she looks at the caller ID . . 

She groans softly. "Oh . . it's only mum . . " Her voice with a hint of annoyance. I gesture my hand to her, giving her the go ahead to answer it. Besides, she hasn't spoken to her mother since we snuck out of Carly's late afternoon lunch. She must be worried about her. 

"Answer it, baby . . I'm sure she's concerned . . "

"I'm sorry . . " She softly whispers to me. 

She brings the phone to her ear, turning around so that her back is facing me. I can't help but to stare at her beautiful round bottom with love in my eyes. I just wanna take hold of her again and make love to her all over again . . again and again. I sit up, dragging my feet over to the edge of the bed, grabbing my underwear that sit on the floor. I put them on, along with my black pants that sit in a mess on the floor. I stand up, walking over to her. I place my arms around her petite waist and resting my chin upon her naked, smooth shoulder. She puts her free hand on my arm. I stand there for a few seconds, listening to her talk to her mother, unsure of what her mother is saying on the other end. I feel her lean back into me. I whisper into her ear . . 

"I'll make us something to eat, baby . . " I tell her. Kissing her cheek. 

She nods. I turn back to face her, she smiles at me and blows me a kiss. 

I wink at her. Making my way down stairs and into the kitchen. I get out her favourite foods to have in the mornings. Half way through cooking I hear the doorbell chime . . 

I wonder who it is. 

Olivia's Point Of View ~ 

I don't know why I constantly find myself rolling my eyes every time I'm talking to my mother. Well, lets be honest here . . I know why. She's just an overprotective, overbearing and over the top mother. I know she means well . . but she didn't need to book a doctors appointment for me. It's kinda my own fault anyways. When I left to meet Michael in the bathroom and to then sneak away later . . I had stupidly told her and every one else at the table that I wasn't feeling too well. That in a sudden moment I was feeling a little 'sick' and now look . . she has just told me that she has booked in a doctors appointment for me tomorrow. 

This is not good. Oh no. 

"I'm just concerned Olivia . . I'm just wanna make sure that your okay, darling . . " 

I nod into the phone. Irritation running through me . . but she means well, I suppose. 

"It's just you didn't tell me you were leaving and then I find out later that you have indeed left and then . . " I quickly cut her off . . 

"Okay, mum . . I'm sorry I didn't tell you. It's just I saw Michael in the hallway and he said I looked . . very ah . . sick and then he took me home to rest . . " 

I say still playing along. 

I finally hang up this annoying conversation with her. Throwing on Michael's t-shirt from off the floor, panties and a pair of my grey sweat pants. I walk downstairs to find Michael standing by the front door, holding a bunch of flowers and reading a small white rectangle shaped card in his hand. 

"Who's that from Michael? . . " I question him. Looking at him, I'm not sure he knows either. 

" . . I don't know, babe. I found it just sitting here . . it's for you though" He tells me. 

He hands the flowers to me, along with a card and walks away. I read it . . 

For Olivia x . . the card reads. 

Who is this from? . . 

I'm not sure how I'm suppose to feel about this. A secret individual has come to Michael and I home and left a bunch of flowers and card that reads something as simple as this. Should I be afraid? Should I be flattered? My feelings are very unsure by this point. This is a mystery. 

to be continued.