The Boy Who Thought I Died (M.C.)

: Five :

Ella Louise POV

"Mike.." i whisper.

"Yea..." he moans.

"What time is it..."

"Um." i see his phone light up, showing his sleepy face.

"2:32 am why?" he puts his phone down.

"I just wanted to see your face." i admit.

"Well, you saw it."

"Mike.."

"Yes?"

"Im cold."

His arm finds my waist and he pulls me into his chest. I turn a d snuggle my face into his bare chest.

His fingers mark patterns on the small of my back.

"You smell good, Michael."

"Thank you."

"Mmm"

I smile and kiss his chest.

"Go to sleep babe," He says tightening his grip on me.

I tangle our legs together and wince.

"Oops." i mumble and Michael sits up, taking my casted leg and turning me over so its facing up and my back is to him.

He places his leg ontop of my good one and i place my bad one on top of his.

He lays back down and pulls my back into his chest.

His hand rests under my shirt on my stomach. My shirt goes up and i grabs his hand, interlocking our fingers.

"There." He whispers, his lips at my ear making me shiver. his other hand goes in the place where my waist goes off the bed and comes around, grabbing my other hand and placing them by my head.

I kiss the back of his hand and drift off to sleep.

-

"Babe." i stir in the now empty bed, rolling up in the comforter.

"Babe.." someone shakes my shoulder and i slap the hand away.

"Ella Louise!"

"WHAT"

"Wake up."

"God damn Clifford your fucking annoying. im tired leave me fucking alone."

"Someone grumpy."

"Fuck off."

"Im good."

I groan and open my eyes. I see his greenish blue eyes staring at me on my right side.

I pick up a pillow and chuck it at him.

"Hey!" he complains as it hits him.

I laughs and turn over.

I feel a draft of air and the covers are off of me.

"Michael," i groan.

He climbs next to me and wraps his arm around my exposed stomach.

At first i think he is going to go to sleep but then im in his arms.

"Hey!" i say.

He looks down at me with a smirk and starts to walk.

"Sorry," he says, still smiling.

I back hand his chest and it made the most weirdest sound.

"Damn!" i say "Your fucking toned!"