IN THE ARMS OF MR. MICHAELS (UNDER MAJOR REVISION)

39: Ask for him, three unwanted people shall appear!

Here's another update for you dear readers!

Enjoy! :)

ANYA's POV (A short continuation of her POV in the previous chapter. )

It didn't took him long to return my kiss. A gentle response as he had caressed my lips, caressing it like it was the most delicate thing he had ever touched. Kissing like we were slowly dancing under the blanket of stars, just relishing the moment of being together.

He was just so sweet and tempting creature to even ignore. As his lips brushing my own, his warm hands started to draw patterns on my waist, sending a ripples of shudder through my body and reminding me with the warmth of his solid naked body against my soft one that only a piece of cloth separating our skin, teasing us. I sucked a shaky deep breath as my heart began to palpitate with giddiness, excitement, goosey and I'll just tell you tomorrow what else. (haha)

All I could do was savor the moment with closed eyes, savoring the moment without worrying what will happen tomorrow, what will happen to us.

Then after a few moment, I felt my eyelids started to droop, feeling like someone was dragging it down and won't allow me to flutter it open and then my lips began to move slowly, feeling too tired to dance with his though I still wanted to, eager to still taste his lips.

And then a deep sigh escaped from me which caused him to stop and pulled away, with his warm breathe caressing my face.

"Something wrong?" he asked with his hoarse voice but worry was visible in it. I didn't bother to open my eyes, feeling too heavy to even do so and just slowly shook my head as my hands lightly stroking his face with light stubble that felt slightly rough against my palms.

He planted a kiss on my forehead, my nose and then a soft kiss in my lips before he nuzzled his nose in my neck with his arms wrapped around me, making me feel secured and cared. My hands just instinctively wrapped around his head with contented and calm breaths as sleep started to lull me back to my deep slumber.

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A light tapped on my cheeks had me broke into smile and inhaled deeply. The tapping on my cheeks continued so I took that hand then nuzzled my nose in its palm, so happy that he stayed.

"How does it smell? Smells heaven right?"

I suddenly froze as my breath halted when I heard that voice.

Why is he sounded like Jul now? Is he some idiotic fan of Jul to even mimic his voice?

"Let go of my hand now, Anya, you're drooling over it."

My eyes snapped open and was greeted with Jul's round face with a disapproval frown on it. I gasped as my eyes widened in horror when my mind finally adjusted from the situation around.

"Jul?" I asked in a whisper, sounding still unsure if he really was my friend and not Robert.

Seeing the look on my face, he rolled his eyes upward and released a deep breath with his pursed lips.

"My hand, Anya.."

Hearing that, my shocked gaze shifted to his hand that I didn't know was tightly clutched by my own. Then my gaze shifted back to his face now with a disgust look began to creep over my face.

His hand? It was his bloody hand that I was nuzzling just now and not Robert's???!

And as if reading my thoughts, my dear friend nodded with a smirk.

With that confirmation, I suddenly throw his hand with a pure disgust look on my face. We never know, he had used it as his wipes in his butt earlier!