A/N: UUUmmm yeah so I hope you guys are enjoying the story so far (remember to vote and comment and all that stuff) the next chapter is basically my awful, cringey attempt at smut because I don't like writing it too graphically so yeah sorry :L
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"So... Do you want to come in?" Michael said quietly, moving away from the door as I stepped into the house. He lead me to the sofa where I sat down, staring at my lap.
"I just..." I trailed off.
"You just what...?" he pushed.
"I just said no to Ash," I blurted, burying my head in my hands. Michael didn't say anything, he just bit his lip and locked his gaze with mine.
"It's okay Hanna-Rose," he said, gently resting his hand on my thigh, "if you're not ready for it... I mean while you're not drunk... That's fine."
"It's not that I didn't want to... I just..." I trailed off.
"Hanna-Ro-" I cut him off by crashing my lips onto his, pushing him backwards on the sofa, much to his surprise most likely. I had no idea what I was doing but it distracted me from everything and it felt nice, he groaned as I raked my fingers through his hair.
"Princess, the things I'd do to you if you were mine." He whispered, lightly biting my ear. I shivered, "we're kind of like... Friends with benefits... But the benifits could potentially be really good." He mumbled into my neck as he left kisses there. I shuddered again and fisted his shirt in my hand.
"A-anyone else home?" I asked, thinking that because it was my last night and I'd already kissed him I might as well make the most of it.
"Nope," he said, tilting my head up so he could kiss me again.
"Upstairs," I mumbled against his lips.
"No," he said, biting my bottom lip again, "stand up." He instructed, squeezing my hips and pulling me to my feet, our lips still connected. He pulled me away from the sofa and against the wall, lifting my arms above my head and pinning my wrists to the wall. I whimpered as he kept one hand against my wrists and the other tracing along my cheekbone, my chest, down my stomach and to the inside of my leg, where he ran his finger up and down.
"I can make you feel good, princess," he chuckled as he left kisses on my neck, "say no one else makes you feel this way."
"Wh-why," I whimpered as he unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off, letting go of my wrists. He pulled my top over my head and ran his finger up my spine, making me shudder. Michael unzipped my shorts and slid them down my legs, tracing the path with his cold fingers. He then played with the hem of my underwear teasingly, and even though I had no idea what he had planned to do, I wanted him to take them off so I reached for them myself but he pinned my wrists back above my head again.
