You Ain't Bad || Michael Jackson

Chapter 33: He Knows

It's 2:30pm. I'm still with Michael, we're sitting on the bed. We're both tired. So tired.

Let's just say that Michael has now had his first time. I've had my second. God, and all in the space of about 18 hours..

"Baby..?" Michael calls over my shoulder.

He's hugging me from behind on the bed.

I lean my head back to lean on his shoulder.

"Yeah?" I ask.

He smiles seductively.

"I liked that. A lot. We need to do that a lot more often," he says with his husky voice. I chuckle at his enthusiasm.

"I had to do that with Daniel last night.." I mutter sadly, my mood changing drastically.

Michael squeezes me tightly.

"Well, I hope I was better," he says.

"Of course you were. But to be fair, this is Daniel we're talking about here. I think anyone would be better than him," I say. Michael shrugs.

"Yeah, true," he says.

"Anyway, I gotta go back to Daniel now," I frown. Michael frowns too.

"Do you have to go?" he asks. I nod.

"Yeah, I don't wanna risk my life anymore," I say, half serious and half joking.

Michael exhales through his nose and gets up as I do.

"Ok. You better come tomorrow," he says with a smile. I pat his arm.

"No questions asked," I say.

We both start to walk to the door, and once we're there, we stand opposite each other and look into each other's eyes.

"I love you," he says softly in my ear, as he nuzzles my cheek with his nose.

"I love you," I reply, as Michael kisses my neck, just under my ear.

The kiss starts to hurt, he doesn't stop. When he finally does, I caress my neck.

"That hurt?" he asks. I nod.

"A little," I say guiltily. Michael smiles.

"Sorry," he says. "But your neck is so irresistible."

I remove my hand from my neck and Michael stares wide eyed.

"What?" I ask.

He touches the area that he kissed me in.

"I gave you a love bite!" he gasps.

"Michael!" I giggle, slapping his hand away from my neck.

I walk to the mirror and Michael follows.

"Yeah, there it is," I chuckle, looking at the purple bruise on my neck.

"Hey, it's purple!" Michael points out. I smile.

"Yeah, our lucky colour," I say.

Michael smiles and hugs me from behind, looking at our reflection in the mirror.

"We haven't made the colour purple in ages!" Michael frowns with puppy dog eyes.

"Yeah. I know.. After what happened last time. I don't think we should!" I giggle, remembering back to when the entire class laughed at me and Michael in science class.

"Anyway, I better be going," I say, hugging Michael tightly.

"I'll miss you," he tells me.

"I'll miss you too," I say.