sex lessons ~ mgc

Chapter 20

LAUREN'S P.O.V

"Michael?" I whispered.

He mumbled quietly before sitting up. "What's wrong? Are you okay?" he panicked.

"Yes I'm fine, I need the toilet and you were laying on me." I chuckled.

"Oh, phew." he said, placing his hand on his chest and smiling cheekily. "You still look really pale though." He said, looking at me and studying me.

I got up and walked through to the bathroom slowly, being careful not to stand on any squeaky floorboards.

I went to the toilet and looked at myself in the mirror as I washed my hands.

Michael was right, I did look pale.

I shrugged and left, climbing back into bed, Michael's arm hooking around me.

"I'm sorry about Danielle." He whispered into the crook of my neck.

"I'm not talking about her Michael, we're dropping this." I insisted.

"I feel bad though." He replied.

"So you should." I whispered. "I just have one more question."

"Go on then." Michael said.

"How do your parents know about Danielle?" I asked, chewing my bottom lip.

"That doesn't matter." He insisted.

"It does. It matters to me." I answered.

"Fucking hell Lauren, it's 4 in the morning we'll talk later." He groaned, turning away from me and closing his eyes.

I huffed and laid down again in a strop, my back turned away from Michael completely.

"Hey, I'm sorry." He said, turning me around.

"Please just tell me." I groaned, I was growing anxious.

"Luke bumped into my mum in the street and told her that me and Danielle were dating, that was when I hardly knew you and I kissed her, remember? And then my parents were under the impression that you were Danielle." He said tiredly.

"Oh." I replied simply, turning over and closing my eyes.

"Hey, don't be like that." He whispered calmly, his arm hooking around my front. "I didn't love her Lauren." He whispered into my neck, planting a soft kiss on there before I fell asleep in his arms.

I awoke only a few hours later, Michael still sleeping heavily, his body wrapped around mine.

I laid in his arms for a long time more, being warmed up by his cosy cuddle until he began stirring and sat up.

"Morning." He said, sleep laced thick in his voice as he kissed my forehead softly.

"Morning." I mumbled.

"What's up?" he asked, sitting up and frowning.

"I should be so mad at you for what happened with you and Danielle," I began but he cut me off. "Are we really still talking about this? I've just woke up." He groaned. "Yes Michael, I don't care if you've just woke up, you're about to go to sleep or you're in a bad mood. I'm not dropping this. I just hate how incapable I am of staying angry at you." I said honestly, rubbing my eyes.

"You know, Shakespeare always said 'love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.' Do you understand what he's implying there Lauren?" Michael asked. I shook my head. "It means if you don't argue, make mistakes and anger the other person then how can you be in love? I've said it before, the course of true love was never easy." He said matter of factly.