I'd awoken from my awkward slumber with no nightmare. As I lifted my head from the beaded pillow, my face dry with drool, images from before sleep flashed in my head and my eyes widened.
His arm was compacted around my back, so tight I was pressed against his strong chest. My hand, I realized with horror, was dangling across his hip. We were lying the way we would be hugging.
I lifted my arm to check the time on my watch and gasped. 5:33! We'd slept for 6 hours? I looked up to tell him just that when I realized just how peaceful he looked, his lips quirked up a bit into a smile, as if he were dreaming of heaven.
I softly slipped away from his grasp, onto the floor like a little cat; his spicy aroma disappearing once I was away from the bed.
Before leaving, I turned back and admired his sharp, indescribable features before I fled.
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tabloid junkie (Michael Jackson)
FanficDiana Cartwright helped Michael Jackson escape his world of fame, unaware that he is being harassed by a man in a mask. Sticking with him she is thrust in a world of pain, lies and romance.
