Be Careful What You Wish For. 2

Be Careful What You Wish For.

Still Michael's P.O.V.

"Really? Like what?" She asked with a raised eyebrow and a half lopsided smile which drove me completely insane. I kept myself from staring at her, this was me who was meant to be teasing her, not the other way round! And she wasn't even doing anything!

Now the time to do this had become available, my confidence was slipping away with every breath I took.

"I'll be back in a minute..." I said as I twirled around and headed in the direction of the bedroom. Once I was there I shut the door and sat on the edge of the spongy bed, resting my head in my sweaty hands and gathering up my scattered thoughts.

If only I could maintain the confidence I had on stage when it came to things like this...

What if she doesn't react? Then I'd feel stupid and embarrassed...what if she doesn't like what I do...I don't even know what I'm gonna do yet by still...she might not like it!

But then...on the other hand...what if she does react, what if she does like it, then I'd be happy...

I started to imagine her reaction if I somehow 'seduced' her, I'd never seduced anyone before...ugh get a hold of yourself Michael, you can't go all your life being scared of intimacy, I refuse to.

I immediately raised myself from the bed and marched out of the door, I was ready to give her some hard payback. I marched into the room to find her sitting on the sofa, her back to me. My heart began to gallop and I almost turned right back around and escaped to the bedroom again for refuge, but I stopped myself.

Taking a deep breath, I strolled over and took a seat right next to her on the couch, I felt her looking at me, so I turned to her, looking her up and down.