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The next day I am awoken by Michael pressing his soft lips on my shoulders, up my neck.
"Stop" I say, giggling
I push him back and turn my body around to meet his. Our lips join and I laugh slightly as I pull away from him. He tries to keep me in bed but I insist that we must go down stairs and eat breakfast since I was so hungry.
Once I get out of bed Michael follows me but puts on some clothes, red flannel pants and a black shirt.
Michael meets me downstairs in the kitchen as I am preparing omelets for the both of us.
"Ooooo my baby knows how to cook"
I blush and continue making the omelets.
"It's so cute when you blush" he informs me.
"I'm trying to concentrate on making omelets but I can't if you keep on saying stuff like that cause it makes me happy and shit"
"But I love when your happy" he tells me, his cheeks also coated in a scarlet red color
"You know what? Fuck your omelets" he says and pulls me close to him. He presses his soft lips to mine and I am in heaven. Delighted by the way his lips moved against mine.
I can smell the burnt egg already but neither of us seemed to care. Michael pulls me up onto the counter and pushes himself between my legs.
My arms go to either side of his neck and a knock interrupts our make out session. I pull away from him wide eyed and blushing and he quickly goes to open the door. While I throw out the burnt omelet.
I hear footsteps approaching and I look up to see the person I hated the most.
Not much has changed since the last time I saw this dirtbag. I knew he had recognized me too, because his eyes seemed to be scanning me up and down.
"Speaking of the devil, Hello-"
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RandomLife was a journey, and Rose was determined to cut the trip short. Little did she know Michael would be the obstacle standing between her and what she thought would be her happiness.
