As I lay in bed next to Michael, there is a space between us. I want to fill it, or have him fill it... With his body. Maybe if I shift a little he would take the hint.
I moved my legs back and my head closer, "hey! What are you doing!" He questions looking over at me, locking eyes.
"Well you see, I usually take up the whole bed and tonight you are in my spot." I say moving closer still staring into his eyes. The faint light movements from the TV really set the mood... awkward.
"Then lay on me." he blankly says without a second thought, "I'm too comfortable to move." The words have no effect on him but send fire through my blood. I move closer with caution.
I rest my head on his chest and he wraps his arm around me. Seconds feel like hours in this alien universe I just entered.
After becoming more comfortable with what was happening, I readjust myself. I move my arm over his body and my leg too. This is weird, but I like it. God what am I doing?
"Can I touch your ass?" He questions with a seductive tone. "what? No!" I quickly say in defense, "I'm not that kind of girl!" Who does he this is.
I start to untangle my body from his. "I was joking!" he nervously laughs pulling me back onto him. "better be" I say sleepily into his chest.
Drifting to sleep I hear him say to himself, "I've been waiting for this for awhile." giving my body a squeeze.
This is odd. He is a confident punk rock guitarist in a semi-famous band. You'd think he would be getting ladies all the time... Why has he been waiting for this?
