21. His Eyes

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{WARNING: Inappropriate content and language, including strong suggestive themes. Ages 14+ recommended, but not enforced.}

He was wearing a robe. No pants, no shirt, and (I hope) no boxers.

"Michael? What're you doing?" I asked, shocked but awed.

"Gavin. I love you." he replied, not fully answering my question, but I knew what he meant.

We looked into each other's eyes. His were a deep brown, the kind that if you look into them you feel as if you are being pulled into a vortex, a black hole, and they shined, even in the low-lighting.

"I love you." he repeated.

I was speechless.

'Is he going to kiss me?'

He moved closer to me, practically sitting on my lap, now.

'I love you, too.' I thought, still speechless.

"Gavin?" he said, pulling me back from the black hole in his eyes.

"I love you, too." I said, automatically repeating what was on my mind.

He kissed my cheek, and I couldn't stand it anymore. It took all my might to refrain from throwing myself at him.

"I love you." I repeated.

It was hard to think there was rage hidden behind Michael's loving soul.

'How could this man ever be mad?'

I kissed him, on the lips.

I pulled my head away, And he looked shocked.

He grabbed my arm, stood up, and dragged me away.

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