little drummer boy : ash : on hold

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I was at Michael's apartment.

And I was ready to leave.

"Ash, please," I begged. "Can I just go?"

Ashton gripped my shoulder. "It's going to be fine. Michael's a nice guy. This'll give you... Closure or something."

"Have you been reading parenting books again?" I teased.

"You caught me," Ashton joked, slinging an arm around my shoulders and pulling me into his side. "Ready?" He asked, poising his hand above the door.

I shrugged. "I guess so."

Ashton let go of me and knocked on the door. I counted thirteen seconds before it opened, revealing Michael.

"Oh, hey, Ashton. Wasn't expecting you here. Who's this?" He looked at me.

"Hi, Michael." I murmured.

"Um, hi..." He trailed off and Ashton filled in the gap for him.

"Jade. This is Jade."

Michael didn't say anything, just hugged me, his arms going right around me, pulling me close to me.

"I'm really sorry," he whispered into my ear.

He pulled out of the hug and looked at me expectantly. I shrugged. "No big deal, buddy."

Michael frowned. "But I..."

"Michael, I'm fine. It's fine."

Michael nodded. "Do you, um, remember it?"

I shook my head. "Not at all. Do you?"

Michael blushed.

"Michael! What happened?" I demanded.

Michael dodges the subject by offering to let us in his apartment. Ashton and I both exchange looks before going in.

"What do you think happened?" I asked Ashton.

He shrugged. "I'm not sure. But knowing Mikey, it was probably kinky."

//michael get kinky with me am i right//