Dancing With The Devil

Cold Air and Burning Kisses

"Hailey wake up." I heard somebody whisper in my ear followed by shaking my shoulder. I groaned and opened my eyes. Michael was standing above me with a huge smile on his face.

"Morning princess," he whispered staring intently into my eyes. I felt a rush of excitement run through me when he said that. "Good morning." I smiled and jumped out of bed almost causing him to fall over. "Easy there pumpkin."

"It's the first day of my senior year," I whined, "deal with it babe." I said as I gave him a kiss on the cheek and rushed towards the bathroom. Once I was in the bathroom I pulled out the curling wand and plugged it in. While it was warming up I took out my make-up. I put on a light line of eyeliner and a swipe of mascara that made my hazel eyes pop. I then moved onto my hair and curled it perfectly into loose light brown curls that tumbled down my back and onto my waist. "Is it just me or do you just look hotter every single day?" Michael smirked and kissed my neck from behind.

"Mm," I smiled and turned around to face my gorgeous boyfriend. "It's just you." He laughed and pulled his shirt off staring at me with those steely blue eyes.

"You know, I read yesterday that if everyone cuts down their shower time by 5 minutes we could conserve at least 10% of water," michael smiles cheekily and shrugs, "Imagine how much time we'd save by showering together."

"Nice try blondie." Patting his chest twice, I smirk and step around him. Michael follows me towards the bedroom and wraps his arms around me like an annoying little puppy, "What? You don't care about our planet Hailey?"

"Oh trust me I do," I laughed, "but it's 7am in the morning and I ain't no angel at a time like that so you be patient and wait."

"Does that mean I have a chance?" he smirked. "Uh, yeah you do, just wait babe." I walked out of the bathroom and towards my closet. After five minutes of debating I finally decided that I was going to wear a pair of black ripped jeans and an off the shoulder white shirt that had a perfectly shaped heart in the middle with a black top underneath it. I slid my converse on and grabbed my purse.

"Ooh la la," Michael smirked as I put my necklace around my neck, "with this I don't think I can wait till tonight," and just like that his lips were against mine, he threw my purse on the bed and picked me up in his arms. "Michael, michael," I laughed, "I just did my hair and my make up and ur gonna have to put me down now."

"No I don't," he replied sternly, "you don't need any of that bullshit anyways, your beautiful just the way you are."

"Your making it so hard for me to not kiss you right now," I whispered as he put me down, "you better go get dressed, or ill jump on you again."

"Hmm," he smirked through gritted teeth, "I think I'd rather you do that than go get dressed."

"Be careful what you wish for," I winked as I rushed went downstairs, "we're having pancakes by the way."

"I'll be down in a minute!" he shouted back excitedly, "and by a minute I mean right about.."

"Now," he smiled sheepishly. He straightened his shirt and in a split second was right by my side. I forgot he could do that. And I forgot I could too honestly. "Well then, since your here, you make pancakes. And I'll make the coffee."

"Yes ma'am," michael smiled and pulled out two mugs. "So.. I've been hiding a little something from you," he whispered into my ear as I poured water into the mug. "You wanna tell me what that is?"

"If I did I would've told you the day it happened," he sighed, "look it's not that serious I guess, it may end up being simply a misunderstanding."