The Exchange (Michael Clifford Fanfic)

Chapter 15

MICHAELS POV

“But this thing is Grace, I do like you.” I accidentally slip out.

“You do?” She whispers. “Yes Grace.” I reply. I walk over to her and put my arms around her neck and places her arms around my waist. We both just stay there and don’t say anything.

“Can we go?” She mutters. I nod my head, not feeling like talking. The drive was quick and when we get home, I go straight to my room and lay in bed. I can’t think at all because all I could think about was Grace.

I know I shouldn’t be getting feelings for anyone especially since Layla. I fucked her life up and I couldn’t see myself do it to anyone else. I’ve done enough damage. Being an asshole to Grace didn’t help, she would keep coming back. The force that was between us was stronger than I could ever imagine.

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GRACE POV

When we got home, I went to the bathroom to shower. Tonight was draining and I don’t think this is how I wanted the night to end. Me and Michael had sex and then not even 10 minutes later there was a bitch hanging all over his neck. He told me he didn’t kiss her and back and I couldn’t help but to forgive him. I suck at life honestly.

I get out of the shower and see Michael laying down in my bed. “Hey.” He said quietly. “Hi, what are you doing?” I reply.

“Umm. I just want to lay with you, my bed is lonely.” He says honestly. “Okay. No fucking funny business. I’m still mad at you.” I joke. We both chuckle a bit as I get into bed. Michael pushes the cover over me. “Are you comfortable?” I say to him. “Yes, only because I’m with you though.” He whispers.

I drift off into a deep slumber with Michael holding me.

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“Grace!” I hear my name being called from downstairs. “MIKE!” She yells again. I immediately turn over to see Michael laying on his side facing me. Our legs were still tangled together and I couldn’t help but glance at his relaxed sleeping face. He was just so cute. Terror set in as I realized that his mom was just downstairs.

“Michael get the fuck up! Your mom!” I whisper loudly, while shaking him. His eyes shot open and I immediately hopped out of bed. “Fuck my mom is going to come upstairs and check on us!” He says and runs out of bed and into the bathroom. I hear the shower starting and I chuckle to myself.

His mom comes upstairs and sees me standing in my room. “Are you okay honey? Breakfast is getting cold.” She says wearily. “Oh no I’m just looking for my phone.” I say nervously.

“Is that Michaels phone?” She questioned. “Ummm… Yeah I was using his phone to call mine because I can’t find it remember.” That was a close one. I praised myself for coming up with a quick comeback.

“Oh okay, dear you need food. Come downstairs.” She insists. “Okay.” I reply simply.

As we walk downstairs, Michael walks out of the bathroom. Only with his towel around his waist. HOLY FUCK. “Michael we have guests, put some clothes on son.” She orders. I really want him to come to breakfast in that towel so I could have a piece of him, I thought to myself.

Michael walks downstairs in sweatpants and I couldn’t help but stare at him below his waist.. Oh…

“I have to work a double today, will you guys be good for me today?” She pressed.

“Mom of course.” He replies slyly. Michael sends me a glance and it sends shivers down my spine. “Okay, dear. Have a good day, there’s breakfast in the microwave.” She says walking out the door.

He looks at the door and looks back at me smirking. “Well lucky for you Grace, I’m not hungry for food.”

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