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Michael Monroe #1

I love his accent omg

"So, your party tonight. Did you enjoy it?" I asked Michael, kicking the gravel beneath my feet.
"I really would have preferred if you were there, Y/N. You would have made it so much more bearable."
"I don't do social, I'm not like you. I mean, look at us. You're in a suit, I'm in a band shirt and some converse. A slight difference, don't you think?"
"Now, that's no way to talk. You dress beautifully. How many times will I have you tell you?" He smiled, holding eye contact with me.

I blushed at his flirty tendencies, but I was getting used to them now. He was the same with all of the women he met, and honestly, I was a little jealous.

"I'm sorry. I just...Why do you choose to be seen with me?"
"What sort of a question is that? I choose to be seen with you because I'm in love with you." Michael stated, taking a sip of his champagne.
"I'm sorry, what?" I choked on my water, and Michael turned his head to face me slowly.
"I said, I choose to be seen with you because I am in love with you. Is that clear?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
"No, actually. You can't be in love with me, that-"
"Why not? Because there is only supposed to be mutual love in romance novels? Or is it because you would simply prefer to ignore the fact that you're the most perfect, heartwarming, gorgeous woman I've ever met? Or, a little bit of both?"
"Little bit of both..." I trailed off, watching his lips curl up into a smile.
"Then how can I convince you?" He asked, seating himself on a bench and inviting me to sit next to him.
"Well, I don't know. Surprise me." I muttered, a grin on my face as I sat on his lap, facing him.
He smiled as he pressed his perfectly pink lips against mine, taking my lower lip between his teeth. I tangled my fingers in his blonde mane and pushed my body closer. He pulled away after a few seconds, holding my body closer to him than I was before.
"You're beautiful..." He muttered, placing a kiss on my neck.
"And smart..." Another kiss.
"And sexy..." He kissed my neck again, nibbling my skin gently.

As if I was as light as a feather, he stood up swiftly, carrying me to his tour van.

And there, he convinced me that I was worth loving.

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This was a short one but I liked the idea!!

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