The Exchange (Michael Clifford Fanfic)

Chapter 10

As promised, I said i'd double update if I was satisfied with the reads/votes/comments! :) 

MICHAEL POV

“Michael. I like you. I just-” I put my finger over her lip to hush her. She can’t be doing this to me. If she knew I felt the same, it would end badly.

Remain cool, I told myself repeatedly. “Sorry babe but the feeling isn’t mutual.” I say a bit too harsh for my liking. Oh well.

She looks at the ground and doesn’t say anything. I’m sure the sting of rejection has hit her. Hopefully this will tell her that i’m not the kind of guy she wants to get involved with.

It was only her third day here and I didn’t want to keep my hands to myself. I already came close to having sex with her her first night here and that was torture enough. No more funny business.

“We’re going home.” I tell her. She was still crying a bit and it hurt . “Stop crying okay?” I spit at her. “I’m sorry.” She says lightly still sobbing.

“Grace please.” I couldn’t help but place my hand in hers. She didn’t hold my hand back though. I ran my thumb up and down her hand. And she looks at me with pleading eyes.

“I’m sorry.” I said before I lean in to place a kiss on her lips.

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GRACE POV

“Grace please.” Michael says to me when he places his hand in mine. I don’t hold his hand back. I can’t allow myself to fall for this shit. I know better.

“I’m sorry” He says before he leans into me. I can’t catch my breath because I know his lips are going to be on mine in seconds.

I kiss him back and I can’t help myself. I put my hands around his neck and his tongue slips into my mouth. He grabs me over the seat so I can straddle him. The kiss becomes more intense by the second. Michael’s hip grabs my waist and moves it forward and back allowing me to grind on him. “Take of your shirt.” He whispers. I lift up my arms and he lifts my shirt up.

“Babe…” He says when I place kisses on his neck. “Let me make you feel good baby.” He utters. I nod my head as he slips his hand down my pants. “Fuck.” I can’t catch my breath and the feeling of Michael’s sweet hands circling my clit is unimaginable.

“Say my name.” Michael orders.

“Mi.. Mi.. Michael..” I finally find the strength in my voice box to say his name. His movements are faster and faster, and my hips meet with his inorder to increase more friction.

“Grace. Come for me baby. Come.” With those words slipping from his mouth, I felt my high releasing from the pit of my stomach all the way down to my toes.

Michael releases his hand from my pants and just stares into my eyes. I kiss his nose, his neck, his forehead, and his cheek.

I climb back over to my seat and look at him. His face was blank faced and he looked cold and without emotion. I finally placed a kiss on his lips, I am dramatically disappointed that he wasn’t kissing me back.