Still Grace's P.O.V.
I sucked in a lungful of oxygen to settle my nerves before lightly knocking on his door and peeping my head through the gap.
His head snapped up, a smile spreading across his face once he saw me, "You know you don't have to knock." He giggled, turning around and hanging up a jacket in his closet.
"I just like to be polite." I said, my voice quivering and quieter than I anticipated, I didn't want Michael to know there was something wrong. I swanned into his room, hovering somewhat awkwardly in the middle, I had to snap out of this.
Mike turned back around, reaching into his suitcase once again, he glanced up at me, I immediately reverted my eye contact away from him and looked down at the floor, there was an eerie silence.
I started to back towards the door, "Umm, I'm just gonna...umm...I'll be back..." I stuttered, turning around.
As I was about to escape I felt a sharp tug on my upper arm, I didn't turn, I just wanted to be alone for a short while, I felt as if I was on the verge of a panic attack...but I knew Michael sensed something was wrong, I knew that's why he was latched onto my arm.
He whispered, "Grace? What's wrong?"
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Be Careful What You Wish For. 2
FanficThe 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...
