It's The Falling in Love

Chapter Eighty-Nine

Michael holds my, somewhat, bare body in his arms. 

"Wow.." I breathe.

Michael grins at me, "Your skin is soft.." He mumbles.

I blush, "And your hands are strong." I say back.

Michael chuckles. "I've missed you, Mia." Michael kisses the top of my head.

I grin, "I've missed you too, Michael." I shyly say back. So, so much.. 

"Please don't divorce me.." Michael mumbles on my head.

I frown, "I think I love you too much to do that, Michael." I smirk, looking up at him.

Michael grins, his chin is gently pressed on my forehead. 

"Thank God for that..." He breathes.

I turn my body around, facing him. 

We scan our bodies as my face feels more and more warm. 

"Why did you even put your panties back on?" Michael quietly asks.

I giggle, covering my face. "Please stop.." I embarrassingly say.

Michael giggles as I feel him pull me closer to him. "I like to tease you. You're mine." He smirks.

I smile, looking up at him. "I'm yours forever... Right?" I squeak.

Michael grins, "For infinity." Michael says.

I pout, raising my pinkie finger out. "Pinkie promise?" I quietly ask.

Michael blushes, holding his pinkie out. "Pinkie promise." We link pinkies.

I grin.

Michael and I suddenly hold hands. "How long do you think we've been here for?" I quietly ask, looking around.

Michael shrugs, "A good few hours. It's probably dawn out there."

"Probably the break of dawn." I mumble.

Michael smiles, "I like that.." He grins.

I smile, looking at him. "We should head home soon. I'm sure somebody will be using this studio in the morning." I say.

Michael frowns, "I'm loving this moment though.." He mumbles, playing with my small fingers.

I giggle, "We have children to get home too, Mr. Jackson!" I smile.

Michael pouts, "They are probably asleep.. Besides Debbie is watching our girls!" Michael points out.

I smirk, "We can't rely on Debbie to be doing our work." I mumble.

Michael smirks, "Good point.. I have to be back here tomorr-Toda-Whatever, you know.." Michael says, his face heating up.

I smirk, "Yeah. What will you be recording?" I ask.

Michael shrugs, "I'll figure it out. I have many songs done that could be put on this album." Michael says.

I bite my lip, nodding. 

Suddenly, the studio telephone starts to ring.

I furrow my eyebrows, looking at Michael. "Who could be calling at this hour?" I ask.

Michael frowns, "I don't know.. Should we answer it?" He says.

I shrug, slowly getting off of Michael's lap.

Michael smirks as I feel him slap my ass.

I gasp as I feel my face heat up.

I give Michael a warning look as I smirk, picking the phone up.