Be Careful What You Wish For. 2

Be Careful What You Wish For.

Still Michael's P.O.V.

She sighed and laughed at the same time, "I had a feeling you were gonna say that! Luckily I have just the thing!" She said with raised eyebrows.

I was stunned, did she really own something other than jeans?!

"Hey." She said to catch my attention, "Turn around." She ordered, I did as I was told. Whilst my back was turned she talked to me, "Don't worry, I'm not getting changed, I just don't want you to see what I'm wearing yet, I want to surprise you!" She giggled.

"Oh really? Is it something you wouldn't usually wear?" I asked intrigued.

"Hell yeah." She answered, "I'm gonna get ready in the bathroom, so no peaking mister!" She teased.

Once I heard the bathroom door close I turned back around, I smiled to myself, I mean, don't get me wrong, I love to see her in jeans and shorts and stuff, those legs and that peachy ass drives me crazy! But I just wonder what she looks like in a dress or a skirt!

I pondered, well, if she was going to wear something that she wouldn't usually wear, I guess I'll do the same! For some reason, I felt obliged to make myself look 'good', that is, if that's ever possible for me, but I felt the need to impress her, I wanted her attention, all of it.

I don't understand where all this wanting and attention needing thinking was being produced from, I wasn't like this! But something had been gradually building up, slowly rising, growing, getting stronger and stronger, when she looked at me, I wanted her to...umm...