Zero Out || M.C.

Nine

It was the first night Michael had spent the night. I know we had been together for about a month and a half but we both agreed to take things really slowly. Thus, he hadn't stayed with me all night yet. But can I say, there is nothing better than waking up to the face of someone you care about.

Waking up this morning next to Michael instantly put me in a great mood. I couldn't help but smile as I watched him sleep. I had slept the whole night through with his arm tightly wrapped around my body, keeping me close to him. I had fallen asleep with my head resting over his heart, the beat keeping me calm and comforting me. As I laid on his bare chest he played with my long, wavy hair, leaving short kisses on the top of my head every once in a while. There honestly was nothing better.

I continued to look at him as he slept, debating if I should wake him or not. It wasn't too late but it wasn't exactly early. My lips acted before mind could think it over. I leaned forward and lightly kissed the tip of his nose. As soon as I rested back onto my pillow he fluttered his eyes open, smiling as he did so.

"Morning beautiful." he whispered.

"Hey." I smiled back.

He groaned a little and adjusted himself, pulling me back towards his chest. "What time is it?" his voice was raspy from sleeping.

"9:45"

"Ugh" he moaned. "Why are you even awake?" that was a good question. Why was I? usually I slept till at least 11. I shrugged into him as he kissed my head.

"You know you're adorable when you sleep?" I looked up at him, biting my bottom lip.

He let out a raspy laugh before responding. "Well I am pretty adorable." He smirked. "Stop doing that."

"Doing what?" I questioned.

"Biting your lip like that. It drives me crazy!"

"Oh you mean like this?" I teased him bitting my lip once more.

He flipped himself over, hovering over me. "You're asking for it Romie!"

I licked my lips, staring him straight in the eyes, biting my bottom lip as I brought my tongue back in.

"That's it!" he yelled before crashing his lips to mine, lustfully kissing me. "Must you torture me so early in the day Ms. Miller?"

"You're the one with the sexy accent." I fought back. "You're always torturing me without even knowing it."

He raised his eyebrows at me and smiled. "I can't help that I talk this way. That's what I get for growing up in Australia."

"Ya I hate you because of it."

He shook his head down at me. "No you don't."

I nodded in response before going back to his lips for another kiss. Every kiss with Michael was like our first. Just as much passion and spark every time. And the butterflies continued, never stopping. I hoped it would be like this for the rest of our lives. I hoped there would always be this much passion.

Michael tore his lips from mine a kisses my neck a few times before rolling off of me. I let out a little pout, not liking that he had stopped.

"I gotta get ready babe." he explained.

"Boo" I pouted. "I forgot you were hanging out with Ashton today."

Michael rolled out of bed, leaving me behind as he picked his clothes up and put them back on.

"I like you better when you're shirtless and in bed with me." I didn't take my eyes off him as he continued to get dressed.

"I know babe. So do I." he walked over to my side of the bed and kissed my forehead. "I have to get back to my place so I can change and get ready. I'll see you tonight ok?"