Be Careful What You Wish For. 2

Be Careful What You Wish For.

Michael's P.O.V.

I shot up from the sofa, grabbing her hand as she waited for me, my heart was still thudding against my rib cage, I'm surprised my bones weren't rattling, I couldn't quite get my head around what just happened, although what we did was, to some people, very minor indeed, she knew to take it slow with me, I fought so hard with myself to stop me from halting her curious actions, what she did to me, was...was...exciting and, and exhilarating, I felt as though I shouldn't be letting it happen, as though...what I was letting her do was wrong, I was and still am a tiny bit embarrassed by the fact she's touched me...but, the feeling made me let her carry on, the delicate touch of her tiny fingers were all that I needed to be lifted into a new and wondrous paradise, it felt good, I craved for more but what we did today had let us reach a whole new milestone in our relationship, I felt proud and accomplished!

We strolled down the dingy hallway to our bedroom, perhaps tonight I won't be as shy as last night about the whole 'sharing a bed' thing, to be honest with myself, I enjoyed it last night, and I was looking forward to it!

"Mike? What about the 'something special' you said?" She quizzed, looking up at me with dazzling and lively khaki eyes.

I automatically grinned at her childish and innocent information seeking.
"Oh it's still happening! Later though." I giggled, knowing this would frustrate her.

"But it's already 11 at night!" Confusion in her voice.

We entered our bedroom.

"I know..." I winked.