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

: Seven :

Ella Louise POV

"Michael." i whisper.

He doesn't move next to me.

"Mikey."

He groans and turns over slinging his arm over me.

"Mike!" i say a little louder.

"What?" he says without opening his eyes.

"Can i have a kiss?"

One eye peeks open and a small smile appears on his face.

He pulls me closer and his mouth finds mine.

I move my mouth in sync with his and i push myself closer.

Its easier because i got my cast off two days ago.

He intertwines our legs and flips around so hes straddling my waist.

I wrap my arms around his neck and twist around.

Im now straddling his waist, i whisper against his mouth "I like being in control."

He smirks at me. "I dont think so."

He flips us back over again and slips my, well his shirt, over my head.

I blush. Luckily i was wearing a bra.

But my pajamas was that shirt and my underwear.

Michael bites his lip.

He kisses me and starts to kiss my neck.

"Michael." He doesn't stop.

"Michael."

"Mhmm?"

"Not tonight." i say. "My leg still hurts."

"I know. i was just going to kiss you." He smirks.

I slap his bare chest and giggle.

He rolls off of me and pulls me into his side.

I rest my head on his chest and stare at the ceiling.

"Mikey..?"

"Yes?"

"Are you upset?"

"Why would i be upset?"

"Because we didnt.."

"Oh. No im not. i know you wouldn't want to this early in our relationship."

"I want to. trust me i do. But my leg, it just aches."

"Oh,"

"Sorry, tomorrow.They said tomorrow it won't hurt anymore."

"Alright." He sighs and i drift off to sleep.

-

"Wake up!" Luke yells.

I pull the covers over my head and groan.

Michael rolls to me and blocks me from everything. Ill have to thank him later.

"Cmon! its noon!"

I groan again.

Luke hits Michael on his back and Michael flinches.

"Don't. Hit. Him." I growl.

Im fully awake now.

Luke hits Michael again, harder.

I push Michael off of me.

"Question," i say standing up "Do you remember when i beat your ass when we were 4?"