Be Careful What You Wish For. 2

Be Careful What You Wish For.

Still Michael's P.O.V.

I peered at her after closing the slider, she glanced at me, the whites of her eyes gleaming, her iris' glowing, and that...smirk, that played on her face...

I slid back over to her, sitting closer than before, she nor I said a word, it wasn't until I mustered up some loosely put together words that this silence was pierced.

"Grace." I whispered.

"Michael." She taunted.

I gulped hard, "I'm sorry..."

She turned to face me, her eyes looking up at me, waiting for a further explanation.

"I shouldn't have...I shouldn't have done that, I-I should have let you decide when you were ready to confront the fans...I guess...I just...I had an overwhelming urge to let them see you, my fans mean the world to me and for them to see what means the universe to me felt...right. I know it was dangerous, I know that more than anyone, I've had it all my life but I want them to know who you are, but it breaks me to think about your face splattered on the front of magazines with foul words written about you, I was stupid enough to think that I could let the fans have a glimpse of you without the cameras having a permanent fixture of you..."

I traced her palm with my fingers as I whispered my last words.

"The worlds gonna find out about who you are, you're gonna have the press on your trail, cameras shoved in your face, people who don't favour you...I don't wish that upon you, are you sure you want to be in a relationship with...me?"