Don't Stop | Michael Clifford

Chapter 30

I woke up the next morning because I heard sounds from the bathroom. I rub my eyes a bit, sitting up as I realize that I'm completely naked. A smile tugs on my lips from yesterday's events. I love him, he loves me. I lie back down again, laughing a bit at myself, before I went out of bed. I put on some underwear just as the door to my bathroom opened. Michael comes out, the smile on his face becoming even bigger when he saw me. He only had a towel around his waist, but I tried not to let my eyes go south from his adorable smile. "Hey," he speaks as he comes over, wrapping his arms around my bare waist, leaning down to passionately kissing my lips.

"Good morning," I say as he pulls away, my hands now placed on his waist as well.

"Indeed," he chuckles, pecking my lips again. "Last night was amazing," he says with a smirk, as he cups my face, his eyes searching my face like it's the first time he really sees me. And maybe it feels like that. Going into that phase of a relationship where you actually say that you love the person, kind of gives you more permission to show that person, and a new reason to just stare at them. If I was another person looking at Michael and me right now, I would probably feel like throwing up.

"Let's go down and get some breakfast, I'm starving," I say, grabbing his hand as I'm still looking up at him. I hadn't thought that actually letting myself admit that I loved him would help me get over my fear of love. I had thought it would make me freak out even more. But by the way he just looked at me, I knew he would never hurt me, at least not intentionally. He would never do what James did to me, or what Jack did to Maddie.

"Okay," Michael laughs as he pulls me in for another kiss, pressing my body against his. "But I'd like to put on some clothes first if you don't mind."

"What if I do mind?" I laugh, him rolling his eyes again. He doesn't answer but just looks at me. I laugh, making my way downstairs. I laugh as I see Michael's shirt lying on the floor where I threw it yesterday. The thought makes me giggle. I take it up, pulling it over my head, his cologne filling my nostrils. I smile as I make my way to the kitchen, figuring I'll make some pancakes. Just as I'm working on the first pancake, I feel a pair of hands wrap around my waist under the shirt as Michael's lips kisses my neck.

"Have you looked at your neck today?" he says, slightly laughing. I turn my head as I look at him, my hand going up to my neck.

"You didn't," I say, making my way to the hallway where I had a full-sized mirror, my eyes slightly widening. Michael hadn't only made one hickey, he had made a trail down my neck, ending just above my left breast. I stand there, studying them as Michael appears just beside me. He had taken on his boxers and jeans on again, but was barefoot and shirtless (probably because I was wearing his shirt) "Michael!" I squeal picking up one of my shoes, throwing it at him as I laugh. "This is going to take days for them to fade."

"So?" he laughs, tipping his head to look at me with a huge smirk.

"I have to work tomorrow!" That made an even bigger smirk come onto his lips, as he went over, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"That's not my problem," he laughs, kissing my cheek. I roll my eyes, slightly pushing him as he laughs, releasing me from his grip. I roll my eyes, making my way over to the kitchen again to finish the pancakes. I can still hear Michael chuckle behind me as he once again wraps his arms around my waist, resting his chin on my shoulder. "Instead of a hickey, you could just see it as a love mark," he chuckles, making me roll my eyes.

"Not making it better Clifford," I laugh. It's silent between us as I finish making the pancakes, besides that Michael starts humming some song that I'm not sure I know. But I smile at the sound of it, finishing the pancakes. We go over to the couch, Michael pulling a blanket over us as we eat.