Be Careful What You Wish For. 2

Be Careful What You Wish For.

Grace's P.O.V.

I shut the door of the bathroom behind me and locked it tight.

I felt highly frustrated because, yet again, Michael wouldn't tell me anything! He was so secretive, it drove me insane. I could tell by the look on his face that it was utterly delighting him that he was making me feel angry.

On the other hand, I felt exhilarated and somewhat flabbergasted by the nights earlier events, I couldn't quite believe what had happened and the length he had allowed me to go, I thought he would automatically stop my hand at his groin, never ever did I think he'd let me touch him, I mean, okay, it was over the clothing but still, that was a hell of a long way to go! And I'm not gonna lie, it was extremely and undoubtedly sexy, I mean they way he fidgeted and writhed beneath me, the way his hips bucked without any input from him, his facial expressions were sex on their own.

I was proud of him, I really was, by doing this he had accomplished an obstacle, he had come further, WE had come further, as a couple.

I slipped off my dress and let it land to the grey marbled bathroom tiles with a light thud. I changed into my night wear and emerged back out of the bathroom, still entirely confused about what else was going to happen tonight.