Michael sets up a therapist appointment for me, about my father and such. I know it wont do anything to help, but it will make him happier. He wals in and lays his head on my lap, my hands weave into his dark hair trailing down to his chin, where some new stubble is apparent. You look hotnwith dark hair I mumble. He just smirks and lifts my shirt to kiss my hip. "can I braid your hair?" he asks. after a few minutes here we are me stting trying to show Mikey how to braid hair.He keepsntrying tonget it right hushing me whenever I try to help him. After a few quiet mintues he is tying my hair and his lips are on my neck. I am proud of you for going to therapy he says quietly. I just nod, and get off the couch. I want you to meet some people tonight, maybe we can go out to dinner with them. I nod, not looking at him. He sighs and walks out. I take a hot shower relaxing my muscles. "We are all going to eat out in about an hour." Michael says through the shower I just mumble an okay.
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