Be Careful What You Wish For. 2

Be Careful What You Wish For.

Michael's P.O.V.

I heard the bathroom door click open, I span around to greet her...but no words escaped my mouth.

She looked like a royal goddess, breathtaking, stunning...sexy as hell...
Her slender yet, still curvy figure perfectly outlined by the fitting of her dress, yes, a dress! Her hips and waist was undeniable, the way the material glided down, I shouldn't have been looking but...her chest was also defined, I had to reluctantly tear my wandering eyes away!

As my eyes travelled from head to toe, I was struggling to stand still, the sexual sparks of anticipation ran trough my veins like cables of electricity, shocking me with volts, making me fidget.

Her hair was on the verge of perfection. Her makeup was sexy, natural all the way, except for her eyes, dark and mysterious, making the green tinge to them stand out like emeralds, they looked seductive.

The butt that I already loved so much was even more definite when being hugged by a dress, it was knee length, meaning her awesome legs were on display, she looked taller, I though it was adorable that she was so much shorter than me, but her high heels made her that little taller...it was great.

I was getting very hot and flustered, I had to slow my breathing, I didn't want to get too breathless, I needed composure.

I fiddled with the collar on my shirt for a moment of distraction, but it didn't work, flashbacks of my dream I had the other night began to appear more realistic in my head...they had to go before I lost all self control.

It already felt as if I was reaching out for her, if she was going to deny me from touching her, this was going to be a long night.