nurse; mgc

fifty-one

I STG I'LL FINISH THIS BOOK THIS WEEKEND IM TRASH BSHSHHS SORRY

Michael's POV

I woke up to the light coming strong through our motel blinds. Cascading over the beauty laying next to me, her hair sprawled and messy, her makeup still caked on and her lipstick smeared. Her neck was splattered with love bites. I just chuckled, leaning over and shaking her. He just groaned. "No..."

"Wake up, you have school today," I sung, kissing down her neck to her bare brown shoulders. She just rolled over on her stomach. "Let's skip- lets go do something fun!" She rolled on her back, a happy tone jumping up to me suddenly. "It's senior year! My graduation is Friday. All my pictures are done, my speech is done. Why I gotta go to school for nothing? Let's go out!" She said and I just sighed, rubbing my head trying to figure out the right answer. I rolled over on my back, extending my arm over to where she was lying. Sitting at the edge of the bed, the shadows from the blinds made perfect diagonal lines down her small brown back. The dimples at the bottom of her spine were deeper today, not gonna lie she had gained a few pounds, but I loved her even more when she was heavier.

I watched her put her panties on in the mirror, and then my t-shirt over herself. She stood, swinging her beautiful hips over to the bathroom where I heard the fossit start running.

I rubbed my head again, and began to examine the room I was present in. Nothing seemed to ring a bell. I don't know how we ended up in a motel room, where we are, or how we escaped. I can't even remember last night- which guessing by the stained bedsheets and Jaz's limping- was great.

I sat up in bed, the vertigo hitting me like a bitch, and apparently the hangover too. I groaned reaching over into Jasmine's purse and taking out some prescription painkillers. I took 3 at once, dry-swallowing each and every one before walking over to the bathroom.

Jasmine was drying her face with the stained white towels that layed on the cracked marble counter. When she removed it, her makeup was gone and the towel was stained with a beautiful swirl of purples and reds from her look last night. She was more beautiful without makeup in my perspective. Her eyelashes were short and stubby, her lips were brown and plump pink at the bottom, and her face littered with tiny freckles and the remainder of acne breakouts.

I wrapped my arms around her waist, and rested my head on her shoulders- she just giggled. "Why are you staring at me?"

"Because you're beautiful." I grinned and she immediately pushed me away from her. "Don't hit me with that corny shit." She said, backing towards the corner and I laughed even harder, pulling her into a kiss. "Go get dressed for breakfast."

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I ended up giving in and taking Jasmine's whiny ass to breakfast at a Italian bakery, that for some reason was in the middle of Australia. Who knows.

"This is so pretty!" She awed, her eyes dragging around the room, smiling as wide as her ears. I just giggled, "I used to come here all the time as a kid-- my cottage was right on the beach" I said, pointing over to the dilapidated house pointing up from the trees. Jasmine just chuckled and walked over to the cakes. "I want every single one of these" she pressed her finger on the glass, leaving a finger print.

"Honeymoon?" The cashier ask, and Jasmine just giggled nodding. "Yup." She grabbed my hand. "Then today, I do for free. Make a plate!" The older lady clapped and Jasmine grinned.

She ordered a slice of chocolate cake and a small ice cream, and I did the same. "May god bless your marriage." She smiled shaking Jasmine's hand before giving us our plates. Jasmine and I walked to the back of the empty restaurant, sitting down near one of the big windows.

She immediately dug into her chocolate cake, not wasting a second. I couldn't help but stare at her, hoping one day- she'd truly be my wife.