Don't Stop | Michael Clifford

Chapter 27

"Finally all of this drama is over and done with," I speak as Michael as the gentleman he is, pulled my chair in as I sat down. I could feel my cheeks slightly heating up by his gesture.

"Yeah, and not enough with that, Luke finally got what he wanted," Michael says as he sits down in front of me. "Not to sound really selfish, but I'm glad I can finally get your to myself without you constantly worrying about Maddie." He leans over, grabbing my hand, intertwining our fingers.

"I'm just glad I don't have to worry about her anymore. She's Luke's concern now," I laugh, him nodding as he joins my laughter, "But I did not find it necessary to walk in on them having sex."

"No, that wasn't really the highlight of my day." He looks down at the menu card to see what he wanted to get.

"What was, then?"

"As always; you. Just being around you, waking up next to you, is the best time of my day. Besides getting to take a shit." I laugh, rolling my eyes as I bury my face in my hands.

"You just ruined a perfectly good romantic moment."

"Well, I'm a dork, you should've seen it coming," he laughs, taking a hand through his hair as he looks at the menu again. "So, what sounds tempting?" I shrug a bit as I look at the menu.

"The pasta of some sort does sound pretty good," I tell him as I cross my legs over each other, looking up at him. "And a beer."

"Babe, you're technically not old enough to drink," he laughs.

"But you are. We can always try, and if not, I forgot my wallet at home and will just settle for a water." He laughs, shaking his head a bit.

"You're such a rebel, babe." I nod, looking as the waiter came over. It was a guy, probably around his thirties. I watch as his eyes widened a bit when they landed on me, Michael's body stiffen in the corner of my eye. I look at him, giving him a warm smile, and he gave me a small one back, before sending daggers in the guy's direction.

"What could I get the lady?" he asks, almost oblivious that Michael was clenching his fists on the other side of the table.

"I will have the pasta Bolognese and a beer. Classic," I say with a monotone, before I look over at Michael. "What about you babe?" I say more sweetly, his eyes going to me, a small tugging on his lips.

"I will have the steak and a beer as well. Thanks," he spits, handing the guy his menu, glaring his way while he walked home. "He's not getting any tips," he growls.

"Relax Michael," I say, slightly laughing as I reach over and takes his hands.

"El, he was eye fucking you, I will not relax about that. You be glad I'm not on top of him, beating his ass by now," he growls, looking over at where the guy disappeared behind the doors.

"Michael," I say, standing up as I walk over, letting myself fall in his lap, pressing our foreheads together. He automatically wraps his arms around my waist, sighing as he looks down. His fingers play with the fabric of my dress and I rest my head on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry. I just... hate it when people look at you like that... you're mi-" he starts, but then stops himself.

"What? Yours? I'm yours?" He sighs, looking down even more.

"I-I didn't mean it like that, I know you hate it when people say it like they're claiming you, it's ju-"

"Michael, just shut up, okay?" My voice isn't annoyed, but slightly laughing, making him look up at me. "I am not anybody's or anything, you know that," I say, playing with the fabric of his shirt. "But I am your girlfriend, it's okay for you to not like it when other guys are checking me out and all that stuff." Michael smiles a bit at me, kissing my cheek