a/n: before I start, I'd like to tell you all that I will not be making an epilogue or sequel to this. This is the end. That's it. Ending. No more. End.
I apologize in advance.
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Michael scooted closer to her, draping his arms around her shoulders. The scent of vanilla releasing through his sweater. "Did you use my perfume again?" Nef asked, smirking at him. It was a Sunday and the pair had nothing better to do than watch Christmas movies. The Grinch played on the television screen even though they were too distracted by each other to watch.
His fingers traced along the outline of her lips, taunting her. He felt amused seeing her breath hitch in her throat whenever he would exhale. Michael Clifford was a tease.
His other hand roamed along the side of her arm and over her collarbones, making their way to her hair and slightly pulling it.
Nef grabbed his Christmas sweater and pulled her closer to him, lips centimeters apart.
"You know you want this, Nef. Don't be sucha' tease."
"I'll give you it then."
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The sound of an alarm clock blasted the poster-filled room. Nef groaned and slammed her hand on it, shutting the device off. She sat up and rubbed her eyes.
She was having such a good dream. Why did it have to end?
THE END.
