Beside You *Muke*

Chapter 21

How is it already chapter 21? It feels like I just started this story yesterday.

"Hey Mikey?" My wonderful boyfriend looks up at me in wonder, the milky shine of the moonlight casting shadows over his sharp features.

"What, lovely?" He hums against my neck, sending kisses against the tender skin.

"Can you sing me a song?" I whisper, playing with his fingers and kissing the knuckles.

Michael nods, searching the deepest corners of his vast mind, looking for a suitable song to sing. Once he had found it, he smiles and clears his throat.

"Gimme, gimme that love, I'll be waitin' for ya'

And catch my hand, I'll be fightin' for ya'

Let me in, yeah, let me get closer

Me runnin' wild like I feel it all over

Catch my hand, I'll be fightin' for ya'

All this time been trippin' and slippin' around

You got me, now I'm swimmin', swimmin' in clouds

Gimme, gimme that love, I'll be waitin' for ya'

Catch my hand, I'll be fightin' for ya',"

My eyes had begun to droop at this point and I knew Michael had noticed. He rubbed circles into the top of my hand, something that seemed almost ritual and continues.

"And I'm findin' out that all I know is right at home

But I'm tellin' the man my plan to never feel alone

Let me in, yeah, let me get closer

Got my hands high like I ride a roller coaster

Cannot be it, cannot be lonely

Lookin' like you're lovin', you're livin' the moment

Got me, now I'm swimmin', swimmin' in clouds

Gimme, gimme that love, I'll be waitin' for ya'

Catch my hand, I'll be fightin' for ya'"

"M'tired, Mikey," I whisper.

Michael chuckles. "I know, sweetheart. Go on to bed," He says, running his hands through my quiff lightly, swift like whisps of wind. I nod my head, my eyelids fluttering closed and curl into his chest, feeling at home.

"Goodnight, Michael. I love you,"

"I love you too, Lukey," Michael tells me, pulling me into his strong arms. "Now rest, my darling. I'll keep you safe. You're safe with me," He says before peppering kisses across my face, causing me to giggle softly.

"I won't be able to sleep if you keep tempting me as you are," I murmur, eyelids becoming lead heavy.

"Sorry, sorry," He laughs, the sound causing butterlies to flutter in my stomach.

I rest my head in Michael's chest then, whispering one last "I love you" before falling asleep, never getting tired of saying those three little words.

***

"Luke, are you sure you don't want any more breakfast?" Mrs. Clifford asks me and I nod my head, moving my eggs around my plate.

"I'm sure," I shoot her a fake smile and turn in my plate, putting on my shoes.

"Michael's going to take you to work today, yeah?" I nod my head again, smile slightly more genuine at the sound of my boyfriend's name.