- Hanna's point of view -
I wake up with two large arms draped around my waist. It takes me a second to register who they belong to and where I am.
As my brain begins to shake off the morning grogginess I begin recalling the events of last night and I'm honestly kind of shocked at myself and how things turned out.
A week ago I never would have never even given the idea of Michael and I a second thought.
Now I'm on the couch snuggled up to him in his apartment.
What. The. Hell.
I still don't understand how this happened.
I just feel so comfortable and at ease with him it's weird but in a really good way.
Maybe it's because I've known him for so long?
Who knows?
But honestly I feel like things went a little too fast last night and I'm not ready for anything serious right now.
I do really like him though...
It's crazy how wrong you can me about a person.
I always just assumed Michael was a punk asshole who didn't give a shit about anyone or anything.
But that's far from true and I see that now.
We continue laying like this for about another 10 minutes until the sleepy giant begins to wake up.
He stretches his arms and groans, clearly not wanting to get up.
"Someone's not a morning person" I laugh as he turns his head towards me.
"Hell no I'm not a morning person especially when I wake up with a raging headache." he says pulling the cover up close.
"Too much to drink last night?" I ask
"Just a bit" he remarks
"Want me to get you something for that?" I ask untangling myself from him.
"Please. The Tylenol is in the cabinet closest to the fridge." He says sleepily motioning in the general direction of where it is
"Okay be back in a sec" I say as I make my way towards the kitchen
His kitchen is spacious and modern. As is the rest of the apartment. Or at least the bit I've seen of it. It's very nice. Minimal on decorations and pictures and such but I didn't expect any of that from Michael.
I reach the cabinet and sure enough find the bottle of Tylenol. I grab that and a bottle of water and then find my way back to the couch. Which he is now all sprawled out on.
I hand him both, which he gulps down greedily.
"Thank you." he says and gives me a tired smile.
"No problem." I says as he makes room for me on the couch.
His hair is messy and his eyes have that sleepy look to them. His voice is deeper than usual and he looks absolutely fantastic.
How the fuck does he look so good without doing anything at all??
With that, realization hits me that my hair is probably a mess and I know I have make up all over my face.
Dammit.
"Um Michael do you mind if I get a shower really quick...?" I ask awkwardly
"Oh no go ahead it's in my room I'll show you." He says and walks down a small hallway and into what I assume is his room
