Your body automatically runs into his arms. You're too amped up on adrenaline to think about anything but holding him and trying not to faint. You can feel love pulsing through your veins as he continues to sing with that sweet voice you can't get enough of. You feel the warm tears run down your cheeks as reality hits. You are slow dancing with Michael Jackson. You bury your face into his warm neck and breathe in his scent. He smells like heaven. He feels you trembling and holds you tighter for a moment. Then he pulls back to look at your tear stained face. You see a wide smile spread across his face flashing those perfect teeth of his. You can't believe how beautiful he looks in person. He puts his hand on your cheek and sings to you looking deeply into your eyes. You can't even hear the roaring screams of the crowd because in this moment, it's just you and Michael.
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FanfictionMy first short imagine I wrote awhile ago but only posted on Instagram. Put yourself in every girls dream situation and let your imagination run wild!
