Still Grace's P.O.V.
"Stop!" He said in a giggly tone. We both stared at each other for an elongated second. The staring no longer felt awkward, the way it did when we first met. Now, it felt wonderful.
"We should get some sleep..." he dreamily whispered.
I nodded, never breaking my stare. Eventually though, as I drifted back into reality I broke away my vision from the total perfection in front of me and began to gather up the things that I used used to bandage him.
"I'm gonna put these away." I half whispered.
He nodded as he began to throw back the duvet, ready to get in bed.
I walked into the bathroom, putting back the medical equipment in one of the cupboards. I paused, looking at myself in the mirror, I exhaled loudly and smirked to myself, since we got back from the restaurant, a hell of a lot has happened in the space of two hours!
When I returned into the bedroom, Mike was sitting on the edge of the bed, taking off his watch and setting it on his bed side table.
"What time is it?" I asked just out of curiosity.
"About quarter past eleven." He answered, it was later than I thought!
I yawned as tiredness had caught up with me but still, I couldn't help a cheeky grin escape me as I was spending yet another night in the same bed as Michael Jackson.
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Be Careful What You Wish For. 2
FanfictionThe second book of 'Be Careful What You Wish For.' Find out more about the adventures and mishaps that Michael and Grace into. Follow the events of their relationship, their life together and their separate lives. Who they meet, what they do and whe...
