I laid there with him for what felt like ages. I got up eventually, and went to Mike's room. I knocked on the door, and waited for him to open the door. I crawled into bed with him, and frowned as I felt sadness encroach on myself.
"What's wrong?" He asked. "I'm not sure" I resoonded. I wasn't lying.
He pulled me closer and kissed my forehead gently. "Be happy," He said. I smiled small and cuddled closer to him as he turned his television to a movie he'd recorded for me a day or two prior. He looked down at me, and hugged me closer. "So, would you get mad if I kissed you?" He asked, checking my mood once more. "No," I pouted. He grinned, and pressed his lips to mine carefully. He added pressure to the kiss, and held me as close against him as he could.
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He pulled away slowly after the fourth kiss, and he smiled. "Mike, that was magical." I giggled with a grin. "I would've kept up, but I needed to breathe" He said, inching close to my mouth with his own, once more.
