The next morning I wake but I'm afraid to open my eyes. What if he isn't here. I shift a little and feel a warm embrace. I open my eyes to find Michael watching me. He smiles at me and I return it.
"Good Morning beautiful, did you sleep well?"
"Yes" I sigh. "Michael, you.."
"Beautiful I meant what I said last night. I might have been drunk but, I meant every word."
"Michael" is all I could say.
"I wanna spend every second with you in these three days."
"Really?"
"Yes and when you return I want us to be together."
I'm lost of words with this man. I don't know what to say.
"Hey, do you still make those amazing French toast?"
"They are my specialty." I say with a smile.
"Okay, lets freshen up. I've missed your amazing French toast. But, I've missed you so damn much more."
He kisses me with so much force. Causing me too go weak. I moan. He pulls away and smiles.
"I wanna make love to you but not yet I wanna do it right. Lemme take you out to dinner."
"Michael, that's not necessary just you being here is making it just right."
He smiles at me.
"Okay, time to get up."
"I don't wanna" I whine.
"Come on beautiful." He says as he grabs my arm pulling me up.
He pulls me and we fall backwards off the bed. With me on top of him. He Stares at me as he bites his bottom lip. He firmly puts his hand on the back of my neck as he pulls me close to him until our lips meet. He kisses me with so much passion. I open my mouth and he slips his tongue in as our kiss deepens. His hand travel down my back to my butt and he squeezes it tight as he kisses me with so much passion but roughly. He making me wet and I feel his erection growing. I start to rotate on him and he follows my rhythm. I want him so badly right now but I wanna freshen up so much more. Sadly but true and I'm hungry. I haven't made French toast on a couple years.
I pull away and he looks at me with so much lust on his eyes. I get up off of him and stand. I smile at him and blow a kiss as I walk away to the bathroom. He's probably mad. I hear him giggle as I close the bathroom door. I guess not. I walk to the sink and look in the mirror. Damn my hair is a mess but I don't care. I feel like the happiest person in the world right now. I fix my hair by brushing it into a messy bun. I wash my face and brush my teeth. I take a quick shower and walk back into my room to find no Michael. Did he leave? With my towel wrapped around my body. I walk out my room to the living room. To find Michael in the kitchen. Looking through the cabinets. What is he doing? I walk into the kitchen and he hasn't notice me .
"Michael"
He looks at me with wide eyes.
"What are you doing?"
"I wanted to get everything ready for you."
I smile at him and he bites his Bottom lip. He walks closer to me never taking his eyes off of me. He pulls me close and kisses my cheek. He smiles at me."
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