I Love You More | MJJ ✔️

{Chapter 29}

Now, we're back in hotel and I'm already repacking up.

"Are you already repacking?"

"Yeah."

"But the flight is in the afternoon."

"I know. This is my habit."

I leave out things that I still need to use tomorrow and close the luggage. I lie down on the bed and sigh.

"Are you happy on this trip?"

Michael sits down the bed and looks at me.

"More than happy."

"Are you sure?"

"Ahh, Michael, I got a chance to visit my favourite city of all time."

I get up.

"And it's you who took me here."

Then, I whisper into his ear.

"And we're dating."

He seems shy.

"Is there anything better than this?"

I smile at him. Lord, he's really shy.

"I'm kind of sad."

His response surprises me. A lot.

"Why?"

"I don't want to go back home. We can't stay like this all the time in L.A."

"I'll visit you every week!"

"That is not enough anymore as you became my girl."

"But I can't come to you every day... You've got people outside or around your house. I don't want you to get caught."

"I wish I was a normal citizen."

"Well, you are."

"No, you may understand me well and think like that but I'm not normal. See? I can't even go on a date without disguise and stuff."

"And I don't care."

He looks at me.

"Going on a date? Nah. Hanging out at your house is enough for us. Also, we can talk on the phone anytime you want. What are you worrying about?"

"Awww..."

He hugs me and rests his head on my shoulder.

"Literally, you're that fan I want to have. No fan would understand me like you do."

"Michael, they do. They're just not as close with you as I am right now."

"Well then, you're the lucky girl."

Michael smiles at me and his eyes slowly move to stare at my lips.

"Ahh, I'll be back."

I get down from the bed and go into the bathroom to change into my pajamas. There I am trying to get away again. I know I did it yesterday but now, I lost my courage again. I swear he would be feeling so awkward...again.

When I come out, Michael's already lying on the bed and reading today's newspaper.

"Nothing interesting."

He drops it onto the table beside him. I sit on the bed and look at him.

"Michael."

"Yes?"

"Do you wanna help me get rid of my insomnia?"

"I would love to."

"Teach me dancing."

"Does that help?"

"I remember I always slept very early, regularly and deeply after my dance classes."

"Do we start now?"

"No, not now. I mean in L.A."

"Sure! I'll help you then."

"Thank you."

"Ugh, no 'thank you's between us."

I lie down beside him and look at him.

"When is the flight?"

"11 in the afternoon."

"Okay..."

I turn to the other side and close my eyes.

"Baby..?"

"Hmm?"

"I love you so much..."

Awwwn.

"I love you more..."

My strong desire of wanting to forget the fact that I made him upset won. I fall asleep before he does. I hope he sleeps early, too.