Changing Past

Chapter 19: Keep Breathing

The next morning, I woke up to Michael smothering me. I was laying on his chest, and his arms were on my lower back. I slowly slid out of his arms while trying not to wake him up, and I tip- toed to the bathroom to take a shower.

"Trying to sneak out on me huh?"

I jumped and turned around. Michael was sitting on the bed with his head resting on his hand.

"No. I just didn't want to wake you. I'm taking a shower because I'm going back to the hospital today."

"Okay. I'm going with you."

I gave him a suspicious look, but I remember that he was my brothers friend too.

"Okay. That sounds great."

"I can't tell if you're being sarcastic or-"

"No, I'm serious. It really means a lot that you flew out here."

"Well I'd do anything for you."

I blushed slightly at his answer and walked back in the bathroom. I stared at myself in the mirror and I saw how much older I looked. My hair was much longer and in dire need of styling. My face had much more definition than it did when I was in high school. The only bad thing was that my eyes had horrendous bags underneath them from the lack of sleep I was getting lately.

Last night was the only time I'd slept the entire night for the past 3 weeks. I took off my clothes and turned on the hot water in the shower. I stepped in and winced as it hit my shoulder. The cuts were still evident so I had to hide them from my parents.

I spent almost another 30 minutes just thinking and clearing my head before I got out when I remembered that he had to shower too. I stepped out and reached for my towel, because I had shampoo in my eye. It wasn't on the toilet seat or on the sink.

'Crap.'

I grabbed some tissue and wiped my eyes off. I opened the door so I could peak out.

"Um. Michael?"

"Sup."

He appeared right in front of the doorway. He had no shirt on and just pajama pants.

'Oh my god...'

I swear on my life I had never seen a chest more perfect than his. His abs had definition beyond belief and they seemed to be a different tone than the rest of his body. His upper chest wasn't too muscular, but just perfect. My gaze got interrupted when Michael cleared his throat.

"Alex...Are you done staring?"

He laughed and I pushed the door open so could hit him with it.

"Dammit you stubbed my toe."

"You deserved it. Anyway can you bring me a towel and my clothes. I left them in the room."

He smirked at me and when to retrieve them. When he came back I was expecting a knock on the door, but no. He barged in with me fully naked. He stared at me and gave me the towel slowly.

"Michael what are you doing! Get out!"

"What, its nothing I haven't seen before."

He started laughing as if it were some type of joke, but I just remembered him saying it didn't mean anything and he just wanted to have sex with me.

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"You know what, it didn't. I just wanted to get into your pants. You're hot so I thought why not. I was a virgin so I bought into that whole..."make it special bullshit," but now that I've fucked you I don't want to anymore. You're boring, old news, any guy can screw you and I won't give two shits. After all you are my sloppy seconds."
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