The House Project

Chapter 9- Love might not be so bad...

Mikes POV:

The next morning when I open my eyes, I smile. The early morning sun is shinning threw the window and basking Isabella's beautiful face in sunlight. Her face is peaceful during sleep, her luscious lips are neither smiling nor frowning, perfect. Her eyes flutter open and I am caught staring. Her lips stretch into a heart breaking smile, showing her perfectly white teeth. "Good morning love" I whisper, and then I realize what I just said. Her bright brown eyes go wide. "Mike, did you just imply what I think you did?" She asks in a soft whisper. I grab her hips and pull her closer to me.

"Its true" I whisper. "Even though we just met, it feels like I have known you my whole life" I say. "I love you Isabella." I finish, brushing her soft dark brown hair out of her eyes. Her hand comes up and wraps itself around my neck. "I love you too Mike." She whispers. She looks so vulnerable right now, a tear slides its way down her cheek. I wipe it away with my thumb and kiss her softly. She kisses me back, this moment is so sweet.

We roll and now she is on top of me and our kisses get a lot hotter.

Isabella's POV:

Elated, that is my emotion in this moment. To some people it might seem silly and unrealistic that we feel this away about each other so soon. I mean we haven't even been on a proper date yet. But it feels so perfect, so right. I love Mike, and he loves me, and that's all that matters. I can barely feel my jaw as I kiss him with all I have. We roll again and now he is on top of me. It just keeps getting hotter and hotter. Who lit the inferno? 

At that moment I feel something nudge my leg. I smile, because I know exactly what it is. "Isabella, I need you" Mikes groans against my lips. I nod my head, because I feel the same way. I lift my arms above my head, and we break the kiss long enough for him to pull my silk pajama shirt over my head. He balls it up in his hand and tosses it somewhere over his shoulder. He looks down at me with so much love in his eyes, that I melt. I feel the cool breeze from the window hit me as he pulls the rest of my cloths down my legs. With two sure hands, I reach down and hook my pinkies in his boxer briefs and pull down. Mike reaches down and grabs his pants, pulling something out of the back pocket. 

"Are you sure Isabella, because if we do this, your mine." He whispers, looking down at me with admiration. "Aren't I already yours" I say, nodding my head.

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Mike and I spend the morning and a good part of the afternoon worshipping each other. We fit together like two half's of a whole. At around 2 in the afternoon we exit my room, me sporting his over sized t-shirt and him in his boxers. My cheeks hurt from smiling so much, and yes I am sore, but I revel in this pain. It reminds me of everything that we did.

"I like you in my cloths" he says, looking down at me. "Just looking at you in my shirt makes me want to rip it off of you." He whispers huskily. I laugh and hit him in the arm "perv" I say, smiling. "You know you like it" He answers, a huge smile stretching across his face. 

"What should we do now?" I ask, changing the subject. "Well I have a few ideas.." He answers with a cocky wink. "Mike seriously!" I say, laughing. "Okay, okay fine." He says, chuckling. At that moment, Mikes cell phone rings. He walks back into my room where he left it and answers it. "Hello? Yes, right now? Are you positive? Okay, Ill be there soon" I can hear him say with a sigh.  Mike walks back out to me with a frown on his face. "My father just had to ruin the best day of my life." Mike says to me. My heart flutters happily at his words but at the same moment I feel sad. He has to go?

"Do you have to leave?" I ask, walking over to him and wrapping my arms around his waist. "Unfortunately I do, but if you want, I can come over tonight." He says, looking down at me with a grin. I smile "Id like that very much" I answer, kissing him softly. "Is what you just said true?" I ask, looking up at him. "What?" He asks. "About this being the best day of your life." I say, hugging him closer to me. "Isabella, without a doubt, this has been the best day of my entire life." He responds, his eyes boring into mine. I smile so big, my cheeks hurt. "And I have a question Isabella." Mike says nervously. "Yes?" I ask, curious. "Will you be my girlfriend?" He asks. I pretend to think about it for a second. "Hmm.. You might have to make me say it" I say with a grin. He grabs me by the waist and throws me on the couch, crawling on top of me. I scream, until his lips capture mine. "Yes" I say, against his lips. I can feel his smile grow wider against my lips.