Be Careful What You Wish For.

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Still Michael's P.O.V.

I couldn't give into her, not yet, not now, later...yes. But not now.

"What?" I whispered cheekily, breaking away from our lip lock.

"You're right" she began, licking her lips, making the last of the flavour that she had from my own lips, making sure not to waste any, she continued, "I do want to swap donuts, yours are tastier than mine." She raised her eyebrows at me.

"Nu-uh, I already told you, I don't play swapsies with donuts!" I giggled.

She broke out into a grin, removing herself from my lap, we both grabbed our donut boxes again, she began to tuck into her same Cookie Crunch donut, whereas I finished off my Vanilla Custard. All the while secretly and silently hatching a plan that could take her to her extreme end, something that frustrates her so much...too much.

Something that will make her think that she's about to receive something...paramount, leading her to believe that something will happen...then it doesn't.

But will I really be able to take myself to that level? What if the only way of making her feel this way is something that we haven't yet accomplished? What if I bottle it?

My thoughts were interrupted by John speaking through the intercom, "Hey guys, are we okay to start driving back to the hotel?" He asked.

I looked to Grace for an answer, she nodded her head in agreement as she took another bite of her donut.

I picked up the receiver and pressed the button in when I spoke, "Yeah we're fine with that John, you can start driving." I replied, hooking the receiver back to the inside of the door.

I turned to Grace once more as I began to fasten up my donut box having me eaten only one of them.

"Don't fill up on those gurl, I'm taking you out later for a meal!"

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