#milecia was trending Twitter as you sat on the sofa with your head nestled into Michael's neck. He had one arm resting on the back of the sofa and the other was wrapped tightly around your shoulder, with his fingers combing through your hair. He kisses your forehead and the movie starts. Half way during the movie you shriek and bury yourself into his shoulder. His hold on you tightens as he switches the movie off and softly strokes your shoulder. He whispers into your ear, "I won't let anything hurt you, baby girl." You look up at him, smiling, and he returns a gorgeous smile. He releases his hold on your shoulder and instead his fingers trace along your chin. He carefully pushes your head upwards so that your eyes meet his and, with his free hand, he brushes a stray strand of hair falling across your eyes. "You're perfect," he says, in obvious awe. He gently pulls your face towards his until your lips meet. For that one, perfect moment nothing else matters. His lips feel smooth against your own and you wish this moment never had to end. When you finally pull apart you see him smile shyly at you. He reaches for your waist and suddenly tickles your tummy playfully, and you laugh out happily. You both tumble onto the floor in a full on tickle fight, until both of you are crying with laughter. You're lying on top of him, and you both grin at each other, breathless. You lean in towards him and kiss him again, your heart thudding loudly in your chest. He runs his fingers through your hair as your lips interlock. You pull away and help him up off the floor. You turn away from him, blushing. You feel his arms wrap around your waist and he places his head on your shoulder, smiling mischievously. He kisses your neck repeatedly, making you giggle. "Love you princess," he whispers, both of you rocking side to side gently. "I love you too," you reply, and you really mean it. No other boy would treat you like you were his true everything. No other boy would send you a cute text message late at night for you to wake up to. No other boy would go to McDonalds to buy you food at three in the morning. No other boy would proudly call you 'mine" in front of his friends. No other boy would freeze themselves, just to lend you their hoddie when you're cold. He was perfect, and he was yours.
