No More Games

42

Sasha's Point Of View

After crying and waking up from a two and a half hour nap, I finally made my way downstairs. As soon as I got to the living room, I could tell it was cleaned from top to bottom.

I look over to the far right of the living room where the TV is and I see Michael lounged on the couch, feet kicked up on the ottoman, playing Trevor's PS4.

I shook my head and chuckled to myself. He looked so cute just sitting there so focused on the game. His hair was loose, he changed his clothes to a plain white t-shirt, some gray sweatpants and red socks. He looked so comfortable and just regular. Almost too regular.

Though I'm used to seeing Michael in sweatpants, it always turns me on every time he wears them. Right now, I feel like he purposely wore them just to mess with me cause he knows how much I love it when he does.

"I thought you left?" I walked over to him and I startled him a little.

"Gee, you scared me!" He smiled and looked at me briefly before focusing back on the game. "Why'd you think I left?"

"Cause I screamed at you to get out."

Which I feel really bad about by the way.

"Sash," his eyes stayed on the tv screen, "just because you screamed for me to get out doesn't mean I'm going to listen to you. I said I was staying with you this weekend and that's exactly what I'm going to do. I'm not leaving you."

I blushed a little but he was too focused on the game to even notice. I think what he's playing is called Call of Duty but I'm not too sure. All I know is Trevor is obsessed with that game. That and this other game called Fortnite.

Anyways, I walked away and went into the kitchen and was surprised to find two new bouquets of flowers and a whole lot of food on the counter. The kitchen was cleaned spotless as well.

Did this nigga really cook and clean the house while I was asleep?

"Michael!?" I called.

"Yes, beautiful!" He answered back, making me smile uncontrollably.

Control yourself, Sasha. Quit blushing like an idiot.

"Can you come here for a sec?"

A few seconds later, the sound of the TV goes mute and he appears in the kitchen's doorway.

"Yes?" He was smiling and it was making my heart melt. Along with his visible dick print.

"Come here." I grinned.

He hesitated and gave me a side eye. "Why? I'm scared."

"Michael," I laughed, "just come here."

He smirked and slowly walked over to me. I pulled him to me and wrapped my arms around him, hugging him tightly.

"Thank you." I smiled against his chest.

He chortled and hugged me back. "What for?"

"For the flowers, for cleaning and cooking and for putting up with my crazy hormones."

He pulled away and looked at me, smiling with his pearly whites out. "First of all, if I could give you every flower in the world, I'd do it in a heartbeat. Secondly, I cleaned so you wouldn't have to and where the food is concerned, there's no way I would've been able to cook that without burning the house down." We both laughed. "And as for your hormones, baby, I'll gladly be the target of your crazy hormones any day." He embraced me again and kissed the top of my head before letting me go.