Behind Closed Doors

Chapter 62: Kiss

As we walk in silence I think back to that night Michael got in a fight at the club, and then walked me from the police station to my car. He is still so sweet. I break the silence.

"Do you ever think about the baby?" I ask looking at him.

He looks down at me and lowers his eyebrows.

"Of course I do. Every day I think of our baby."

I nod and look ahead as we walk.

"Why? Don't you think I do?"

"Well, I just thought you've had a lot going on recently... and you're seeing your daughter now so I just wondered."

"I'm really happy I'm seeing my daughter, but that doesn't mean I've forgot about our baby."

"I know.. I was just wondering."

He shakes his head.

"You shouldn't wonder that."

"I know." I look down. "I just get these thoughts in my head..."

Michael pauses, looking at me.

"What else have you been thinking?" He asks.

"You were drinking and on drugs when we got together, and I thought you would feel different towards me after getting sober. I mean, that's another reason why I thought you didn't want to see me."

"I wasn't drunk the whole time." He shakes his head.

"I know." I nod.

"Why do you think i would feel different about you?"

"Because you're sober now." I shrug. "And what ever you felt towards me before was just because you were drunk."

"No." He makes a face, shaking his head. "Don't think like that, because that's not true and you know that."

I shrug and look down.

"Hey." He says softly with a smirk.

I look up at him and he holds my hand in his. I show half a smile

"I actually see things a lot more clearly since being clean. My feelings for you have only grown, they haven't disappeared." He smiles. "I still love you."

Oh my god he's said it. My heart skips a beat and I smile slowly. I feel like I want to cry. Damn, stop being so fucking emotional Layla. It's like all the anger and sadness I felt towards him have suddenly gone. Now I feel like how I used to feel with him. Happy, excited and loved.

"I love you too..." I say quietly. "I never stopped loving you."

"You don't have to say that because I said it."

I pull a face and stop walking. Michael stops, looking down at me.

"You think I don't love you?" I ask.

"I made you think I didnt care Layla."

"Yeah, but that didn't stop me from loving you. My feelings didn't just switch off."

We look in to each other's eyes. Michael tucks a peice of hair behind my ear, showing half a smile.

"I've really missed you." I say softly, looking up at him.

I place my hand on his cheek, feeling his soft skin. He puts his hand on top of mine, staring in to my eyes. I feel so hot right now and my heart is beating so fast!

"I've missed you too." He says softly.

I move my head up further to his lips, he moves down slowly as our lips meet one anothers and we finally kiss. He pulls me in closer to his body, holding my waist and deepens the kiss. I run my hands through his hair as a quiet moan escapes my mouth. I haven't kissed him in so long. All these feelings rush back to me. I've missed his lips. We both pull back and look in to each other's eyes. That was perfect. He plants another kiss on my lips and smiles widely, making me smile back.

"I really didn't think I'd be kissing you." I let out a soft laugh.

"Neither did I." He chuckles. "I thought you'd say you hate me and never want to see me again."

I smile and hold his hand as we begin to walk again.

"How could I hate you?" I look at him. "You upset me, but I could never hate you."

He squeezes my hand lightly and smiles. We walk around the corner and I look at my house.

"This is my new house."

Michael looks up at it and raises his eyebrows.

"Big house."

"Yeah." I chuckle as we walk to my front door. "I got quite a lot of money from the divorce, and selling the other house so I thought fuck it. Why not go all out and buy a nice, big house?"

Michael smiles.

"Bet it looks nice inside." He looks at me.

I smile slowly.

"Maybe your see it one day."

He looks me up and down and smirks. He steps forward, placing his hands on my hips moving me in to him. I wrap my arms around his neck and we kiss passionately. I move my hands down his chest and under his coat, feeling up his back. The kiss deepens as our mouths open and I feel his tongue slide in to my mouth. Oh my god his tongue. I step back as he presses me against the front door. I don't want this to go too far... not yet... I pull back, smiling. I breathe out and he bites his lip. Oh, why does he have to do the lip biting thing?! He looks so hot.

"Thanks for walking me home."

"Thats ok." He says tucking my hair behind my ear.

I smile and take my front door keys out.

"Good night Michael."

"When do you want to see me again?" He asks.

I unlock the door and look back at him.

"I'll text you." I smile.

He grins and shakes his head.

"You playing hard to get?"

"No..." I shrug and let out a soft laugh.

"Yeah you are." He chuckles.

I laugh.

"Good night." I smile shyly.

He looks me up and down and smirks.

"Good night Layla."

I giggle and slowly shut the door. I'm like a bloody teenager. I'm still smiling to myself as I take off my shoes. I rub my face and run my hands through my hair feeling warm and excited. I can't believe I've gone from feeling depressed and angry, to now feeling in love and happy again. The effect that man has on me. I really wanted him to come inside, but I knew what that would lead to and I want us to take things slow, and just enjoy seeing each other again. It's been a long time, and I don't want to go that fast. Especially with how things ended.

I head upstairs and get ready for bed. My phone pings and I quickly pick it up. It's Michael. I smile widely, reading his text.

Today was really nice. Sleep well. I love you xxx

Aww. My heart melts. I reply -

I love you too Michael xxx

I put my phone down and lay on my bed feeling so happy. For the first night in a long time I fall asleep peacefully.