I Love You More | MJJ ✔️

{Chapter 42}

Michael begins recording his parts again. He did it all in one attempt and wh- Well, I forgot he's King. Then, he starts arranging volumes and stuff to make the song sound perfect. Man, he can do anything. He knows all those millions of buttons and Lord, he's gifted.

After all that arrangements,

"Shall we listen to it now?"

As I'm sitting a bit away from him, I come closer to him and hold his arm.

"I'm scared..."

"Don't be."

He finally plays the song. When my parts comes, I snuggle my face into his chest and squeeze his arm.

"Baby, that hurts!"

"I'm sorry but my voice hurts me more..!"

"It's good!"

I can't even open my eyes. I can't even look at him.

After the chorus, Michael pauses it.

"The chorus... I LOVE IT."

I slowly look up at him.

"I kind of agree with you..."

"Let's move on."

"Ahh, I'm scared..!"

He kisses on my forehead and then, he plays the song again.

'I caress you, let you-'

I suddenly open my eyes and look at Michael.

"Wait."

I pause the song.

"That's not me."

"That's you."

"No."

"Yes."

"There's no way I sound this good."

"I told you you're good!"

"Okay, I'm impressed."

I play it again and lean on his shoulder. The parts where my voice and Michael's come together actually sound good...wow...

'If you would take my hand-'

Michael touches my cheek with his fingers and gazes into my eyes. Then, he leans in for a very soft but passionate kiss on my lips. His hand slowly moves to my neck and accidentally touches my shoulder under my shirt. I hold his hand.

"No..."

He seems to not care. His palm is on my collarbones now. As the kiss gets deeper, he suddenly holds the very first button of my shirt. He unbuttons it. I hold his little waist and pulls him closer to me.

*door knock*

We push each other away so fast that I nearly fall from the chair but Michael pulls my hand. I immediately pull the Butterflies lyrics paper and he starts pushing up and pulling down some buttons on that.

"Mr.Jackson."

"Ah, yes?"

"Mr.Dileo wants to speak with you."

"Oh, I'm coming."

He suddenly runs to the phone and leaves me in the studio. As the maid hasn't left, I slowly move my right hand to my shirt and redo the first button.

"Miss, what can I do for you?"

"Umm, nothing, I'm good."

"Okay."

She finally leaves. LORD. We were about to be caught. I mean, they know we're dating but they haven't seen us in "that" situation so...

After ten minutes, Michael walks back into the studio and closes the door.

"Baby, I'm sorry, I gotta go."

"Oh, sure. No worries!"

"Come here."

I get up and walk to him as he opens his arms for me. Then, he hugs me for some seconds and kisses me on my cheek.

"I'll see you later, okay? I'm very sorry."

"I understand, Michael. Don't say 'sorry' to me."

"I've already asked Bill to drive you home."

"Oh, thank you."

We stop near the backdoor and Michael holds my hand. Eyyy, boy doesn't want to let me go.

"I love you, Michael."

"I love you more."

Then, I finally leave his house. 

I have to say this - 1993's April is the most romantic month I've ever had in my life. Michael and I become more and more intimate as we enter the second month of being in a relationship.

Until the end of April, I would visit him almost every day and we would dance all day long or just watch movies and eat popcorns. Or sometimes, we would just...you know, have some romantic times. Don't get me wrong. We didn't go "there".

Now, it's the first week of May and Michael is already busy with his Chandler friends. At the same time, I'm teaching more classes in the dance studio because two of the instructors quit so, Bethany and I have to take more classes than usual.