A story about two people... a boy and a girl... who used to be the best of friends... then suddenly had a fall out. Five years later... it's their last few months before graduating high school. One final project changed their point of views of one a...
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"Stay." I asked softly. Though I've been rejected by him, his presence kept me at ease. I reached out my hand, grasping his. Butterflies formed in my stomach while looking upon him. He's so beautiful. I wished I have never ruined the only relationship I ever cared for. "Are you sure?" Michael asked.
I smiled small, grasping his hand with both of mine. "More than sure." I said, guiding our way to the couch. He sat down first, probably wondering if I'll ever sit. "Aren't you gonna sit down, Y/N?" he interrogated. "Umm.. Would it be alright to lay across your chest at least?" I asked innocently.
"I don't see why not...."
I laid my head across his chest, landing my body on top of his. I felt safe in between him. His heartbeats soothed the pain I had away. I sighed happily, knowing he's the solution to my sadness and despair. I caressed his chest, making his little arm hairs rise from sensitivity. "Thank you..." I whispered.
"For what?" he asked. I lifted my head up just to view the radiance of his gorgeous eyes. "For being there when I needed someone. After the bull I put you through, I'm surprised you didn't let me fall. I don't deserve you, Michael...." I said, not staring away from his eyes. He grinned, removing a strand of hair from my face. "Well... you're lucky I tolerate you."
"Damn. That's such an honor." we both laughed. The vibration from his body triggered my own. Deep down, I knew it was too soon.. but I wanted him. Not to get back at Alex or Chelsea for what they did to me. But to have him closer. Feeling him inside my warmth as I call his name for him to take my pain away. I started to breath heavily, imaging him roaming his hand across my virgin body. My heavy breathing alerted Michael; who looked concern for my wellbeing.
"Y/N? You ok?" he questioned.
"N-no..." I confessed.
"What's wrong?" he questioned once more. I gripped onto his shirt. "It's hard."
"What's hard?"
"Not.... not having you." I answered, embarrassed by my choice of words. Michael sighed, removing himself from the position he was in. "Y/N... I told yo-"
"I don't care! I want you! I have all this anger and passion that just wants to be let the fuck out! Anger because of the five years of hatred towards one another. And passion because maybe all this time.. you were the one for me. It wasn't Alex that I wanted. It was you. I was so blind and stupid not to realize it. But when we became partners.. and made our way back to each other's lives.... I woke up. The way you kissed me, I felt sparks. I felt loved. Don't tell me you didn't feel the same."
Michael covered his face, taking in what was said. I practically made myself look like an idiot admitting that I was an idiot. "I did, Y/N. And I do. You don't know how long I've been waiting for this moment."
"Then why wait?" I asked.
I grabbed his right hand, sliding it inside my panties. The warmth from his hand tinkled my girlhood. Michael started to rub his finger across my lips softly. I arched my head back, feeling my arousal about to pop through. "Yes...." I moaned. Michael continued to rub me. This time in a circular motion. I rocked my hips with the rhythm of hand. I pulled him in for a kiss. To my surprise, he kissed back. Michael pushed me on my back with his hand still in my panties. "Mmm.." I moaned a little louder.
I placed my hand on top of his bulge, still kissing him. "Y/N..." he moaned.
