Lost Love (A Michael Phelps love story)

Chapter 8

       **** Nikki’s P.O.V. ****

Holy crap! Did I just tie an Olympic swimmer in the front stroke? I think I did. When we got to the wall Michael looked at me and hugged me! He kept stringing his hand through my hair.

 “Nikki you were amazing,” He whispered seductively into my ear.

“Thank you Mikey,” I whispered back. We pulled out of the hug and smiled at each other.

 “Welcome Nikki,” Michael replied into me.

Then we pulled back and looked into each other’s eyes. Our faces moved closer and closer to each other…… OMG! This is not happening. Michael leaned his forehead on mine and I did the same. Before I knew it out lip’s met. It was magic, Sparks were flying all over. It seemed like Michael and I were the only ones that existed. Is this that kiss that everyone talks about? It really is amazing. They say when you have this kiss or feel like this it means you find the one. It can’t be Michael! This is so crazy! But in a good way.  After about 30 or so seconds we both pulled away.

“Wow,” We both said at the same time.

Michael looked into my eyes, “That was amazing.”

“I-I know,” I replied with a smile.

“Nikki, You’re so amazing,” He told me.

“You more amazing though…. Race ya,” I giggled and raced off.

“No fair,” He laughed and took off swimming after me. 

When he got close enough he put his arms around me waist. “Not so fast,” He said pulling me to him.

I giggled as he whipped me around to face him. Michael put his left hand on my right cheek, keeping his right arm around me tightly. We both looked each other in the eyes. “Nikki, you are so pretty.”

“And you are handsome,” I flirted.

“Why, thank you Nikki,” Michael said with a cheeky smile spreading across his face.

“And you are welcome Mr. Phelps,” I joked.

“Ms. Rider we shall dive now,” Michael told me.

“You’ll have to teach me how to do that too,” I told him. I kind of know how to dive but don’t Like I know how to I’ve just never done it.

Michael picked me up bridal style and put me on the edge of the pool so my feet were dangling. Then he got out of the latter and went toward the deep end.  He sat on the edge. I followed him and did the same.

“Ok, so this is the sitting dive,” He told me and did it. He went under and popped back up. “Your turn!”