My first- A Michael Clifford Fan Fiction

Chapter 14

As a pack, we exited the building.

"Heather wait up!" Everett called behind me. I fell behind the group as she requested.

"What's up?" I asked.

"I just wanted to make sure you are okay. I don't know what's going on with you and Michael, but I'm here if you need to talk." I smiled at her and hugged her as we continued to walk. Michael appeared before me, and bent down.

"What are you doing,dork? Get on." He demanded. I jumped onto his back and he gave me a piggy back ride, setting me down on the trunk of his car. We waved as everyone else left the parking lot.

Michael stood between my legs, his hands resting on either side of them. He leaned down, he right hand moving to my cheek. He looked at my lips and back to my eyes multiple times before he closed the space between us, pushing his lips to mine. I hesitantly threw my hands to his neck as I kissed him back,his confidence only increased my attraction. He pulled my waste closer and he continued to kiss me. He bit my lower lip, and I opened my lips slightly after teasing him, his tongue gratefully entered my mouth. A pleasurable moan escaped from his lips as his hand traveled up my thigh. I struggled to catch my breath, when I heard a beeping coming from the car next to me. I broke contact with Michael and found a woman approaching the car next to his, shielding her child's eyes from our heated moment. Michael bit his lip to stifle a laugh and I buried my head in his neck to avoid her disapproving gaze. She quickly sped out of the parking lot. She wasn't missed.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that." Michael breathed in my ear. The feeling that coursed through my body from his words could only be described with one word, bliss. Right there in the Dave & Buster's parking lot I had my first kiss, or should I say make out, but I was too embarrassed to admit that to Micael. So, in all truth, he was the first to make me feel this way. I took a deep breath, knowing that I was falling hard.

I slid off of his car, sad that our kiss ended. Michael tilted up my chin, causing my brown eyes to catch his green ones. He kissed the tip of my nose with his swollen lips and sighed, satisfied.

"This isn't over." He smirked, stepping down into the drivers seat.

I tried to ignore his statement, but all I could think about was the taste of Michael that lingered on my lips, and I craved more. I ran my finger across my bottom lip as I replayed the scene in my head, each time feeling the same as when it happened. I hoped the memory would never fade. I saw my reflection in the rear-view mirror and gazed at my messy hair and flushed cheeks. I blushed when Michael caught me.

"Hey I'd stare at my reflection if I looked like you too." He laughed lightly. This was my favorite Michael, the one who was light and fun. The one who didn't have a care in the world and made his feelings obvious. I had never been as happy as I was in that last hour, and it was all thanks to a crazed, read haired boy.

That night I couldn't wipe the smile off of my face, and sleep never came. For hours I thought about the way Michael's body stiffened against mine and the way he lost control in front of me. His green eyes burned with passion and his minty breath was heavy. His heart was pounding just as heavy as my own, and tangled up with him was the only place I wanted to be.