Lace Underwear | m.c

Chapter 11.

Michael's POV:

It's been a week since the whole event with the south side gang and Bailey hasn't left the bedroom once. I've been preparing her meals, but she only eats a tiny bit and says she's full. At first I thought perhaps it was my food choice because it was macaroni and cheese, maybe its my cooking, but sadly I have this awful feeling she has just not been eating since all the things with Sam happened.

"Bailey?" I call up the stairs. Once there's no reply I sigh, walking up the staircase.

I walk into the bedroom seeing her standing there in sweats and a t shirt, staring in the mirror at herself.

"Hey sweets." I say gently, wrapping my arm as around her waist and resting my head on her shoulder.

She flinched and I pulled away. It didn't hurt my feelings. I understood that she'd been touched wrongly and was still skittish about things.

"Yes, Michael?" She said turning around.

"Can we talk?" I asked her. Holding her hand in mine, I stroked it softly with my thumb.

"I'm not in the mood to talk about anything." She replied not looking up at me.

"I want to help you. I want to make sure you're ok." I said softly, sitting down on the bed. She'd been sleeping alone here and I've been on the sofa because she hadn't felt comfortable with things lately.

"You don't care." She said, letting out a heavy sigh.

"I don't care? Bailey, I think I'm in love with you. I care about you so much. There I've said it. Please don't ever say that." I said and covered my mouth from what I had admitted.

Bailey's POV:

I locked eye contact with Michael and I could feel my cheeks turning red.

"M-Michael I-"

"No. It's ok if you don't have the same feelings. I totally understand if you don't. I mean I was such an asshole to you." Michael stated, sighing and looking down at his hands.

"That's not it Mikey. I'm just so stressed out with all this shit that's been going on. I feel really gross, you know?" I paused sighing as a tear flowed down my cheek. "I just don't feel like me anymore. Do you find me gross?"

Michael looked at me with a confused expression.

"Of course I don't. I would never think that just because of what happened. You couldn't do anything. He was disgusting." He answered and wrapped his strong arms around me.

I rested my head on his chest. We stayed this way in an awkward hug, but it was a nice awkwardness. We were enjoying each other's company.

I felt a light kiss on my neck and a low giggle. I smiled widely.

"You've got really cute ears." Michael pointed out.

I laughed at him softly. "You're random, but thank you."

He mumbled a welcome and kissed my neck a few times more.

I moved so I was staring at him and rested my hands along both his thighs. I leaned in very gently and pressed my lips against his.

He gently rested his right hand on my hip and pressed harder into the kiss. I grazed my tongue gently over his bottom lip and before I knew it, we were in a full make out session.

Michael laid me down on the bed with him hovering over and moaned softly. I cupped his cheeks and pulled away.

"We're not going any further." I said blushing softly.

"That's ok. I don't mind." He answered and laid down beside me.

I snuggled into his side and looked up at Michael's newly dyed hair.

"You're such a great guy. You really are." I talked softly.

I could feel him shrug. "I can be."

I chuckled. "I think I might love you too Michael. I'm not just saying it but you have me thinking about it. I've never felt love, but I believe that's what this feeling is."

He hugged me closer and smiled widely and said "Why don't we go make some cookies. You make them so good."

I nodded and smiled at him getting up.

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This isn't as long as my other chapters might be but I needed a filler with just the two of them. :)