𝐎𝐛𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐎𝐟 𝐌𝐲 𝐀𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Part 16 ~ Promise Of A Quiet Evening

Olivia's Point Of View ~

Michael and I walk out from our little secret whereabouts. The night is still young, it's fair quiet now. With nobody else in sight. Our clothes are thrown back on with Michael giving me his coat for me to hold, telling me to wear it if I get a little cold. The sound of our childlike, mischievous giggles that are heard along with the peaceful chirping of the crickets. What we had just done together . . something so intimate, so private yet proceeding to go through with the act in such a public and special place that Michael happened to come across. It was fun and it felt so fucking good. We continue to walk, both blissfully satisfied down our street as our place is only a few steps away now. I can't wait to get home and rest now. Approaching our front door, Michael's arm is thrown around my shoulder, he kisses my cheek . . 

"Did you have a good birthday, baby?" He softly speaks into my skin. 

I giggle. 

"Yes I did . . thank you again, babe . . I say to him. 

As we stand in front of our door, Michael is looking through his pant pockets for the key to unlock it. I giggle softly as I watch him, taking hold of it in my hands and letting it dangle from my fingers, in front of Michael's face. 

"Looking for these? . . " I ask laughing. 

He sighs. Relief escaping from his concerned self. He takes them from me, putting them in the key hole and turning the knob. I walk in first. Michael pulling the whole ladies first routine. No. It's sweet actually . . he is such a gentlemen, I always notice. But that's just how he was brought up. The ticking of the clock is heard as Michael heads into the kitchen after taking off his coat from around me and hanging it up. 

"Olivia . . you want a hot chocolate, baby?" He asks, calling out from the kitchen. I smile. 

"Yes, thank you Michael . . "

I walk into the kitchen. Standing there, watching him make one of my favourite childhood drinks that makes me feel so comforted and at home. 

"Michael, I'll be right back. I'm just gonna go upstairs to get changed . . " 

He smiles. Nodding his head. I turn to go upstairs, throwing on a pair of grey track pants and one of Michael's shirts. He doesn't mind me wearing it, I actually prefer to wear his clothes . . especially his shirts. They just seem so much more comfortable and they always smell so nice. I also put on a pair of black ankle socks. Deciding to leave my long, wavy brown hair out. I hear Michael call from downstairs. 

"Olivia? . . you wanna watch a movie? . . " He asks. 

I smile, knowing exactly what movie to watch. I pick it up in my hands. It's my all time favourite Disney movie that I'm still watching at my age. It's so beautiful to me, so peaceful. As I watch, I'm entering a world of true love and happiness . . how these make believe characters go through so much and in the end they find each other. The whole thing is just magic to me. I'm in love with it. I walk downstairs, seeing Michael shirtless with his long curls left out. He looks quite handsome actually. He speaks in a soft tone once he see's me . . 

" . . oh, I hope you don't mind me taking my shirt off. I was a little warm with it on . . " 

I chuckle. 

"Of course it's okay, Michael . . " I tell him. 

"So what movie did you pick out?" His voice sounding very curious. 

I say nothing. Only holding the DVD cover up, in front of his face for him to see. He giggles, nodding his head lightly. He walks over to me, holding his hand out . .