I've been waiting

Chapter 9

Sabrina POV

My jaw has hit the floor. Jayla has pretty much promised to hunt us down tonight if I am not home by midnight. I stare at Jayla with a look of horror on my face. Michael, on the other hand, has the most handsome smirk plastered across his face. "Yes, ma'am. Sabrina will be home by midnight and not a minute later. But if I want to get in everything I have planned we must make a move now as I only have under 5 hours before she needs to be home" Michael throws a wink towards Jayla, which she reciprocates with a wink of her own.

I practically pull Michael out of the house and down the front step. He maneuvers our hands so he can interlock his fingers with mine. "You look stunning, Sabrina" Michael stares at me with longing in his eyes. "You don't look too bad yourself, Michael" I reply with a shy smile on my face.

We reach the car, and Michael opens the door for me. I take my seat and put on my seatbelt while he shuts the door and runs around to his side. Michael gets in and starts the car. Throwing the car into gear, we take off down the road.

The car ride is filled with small talk about nothing really. "So, Sabrina. Tell me something about yourself?" I chew the inside of my cheek, trying to come up with something that won't scare Michael off. He is silently awaiting an answer. "Ummmm, I'm 19, and you know where I work. I live with Jayla and her boyfriend Shane" Why is it so hard to come up with stuff about yourself when you are thrown on the spot. "What about your family?" Michael asks.

My family. How the fuck do I answer that. "My family are a bunch of fucktards who only care about themselves and the drugs they can put into their systems" I shake my head at my answer. Michael looks over to me with a shocked look on his face. "Do they really choose drugs over you?"

Oh shit, I said that out loud. "Ummmm, my dad left when I was 10 for 'Greener grass'. My mum completely lost herself and went down the route of drugs. Her and my brother would get high together. My brother overdosed three years ago, and my mother couldn't handle his death and took it out on me worse than she had before" I had tears in my eyes after giving Michael a shortened version of my life. I looked out the side window of the car and placed my hands on my lap. I felt Michael's hand worm its way into mine. He held my hand for the rest of the ride.

Pulling up to the restaurant, Michael opens my door and helps me out of the car. Holding my hand, he walks us into the cute little Italian eatery. "Booking under Simpson," Michael tells the hostess. She picks up two menus "Follow me" Michael places his hand at the lower part of my back, and we follow the host up to our table. Michael pulls out my chair for me. I sit down, and he makes his way to his side, taking his seat at the table.

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Dinner was amazing. Absolutely delicious, and the conversation was never-ending. Thankfully Michael never bought up my family again. He must have realised that I am not one for talking about my family. It may have only been five days since I left my mother's house, but the wounds and the scars are still present.

We get back to the car, and I can tell Michael is leaning in closer for a kiss. I freeze on the spot and not know what to do. I turn my head at the last second, and Michael's lips come into contact with my cheek. I blush "I'm sorry, Michael. I have no idea what I am doing. It's not you. I can promise you that but I...." I whisper the next part "I have never been kissed before". Michael gasps. He grabs my face in his hands "I will never make you do anything you are not comfortable with Sabrina. But boy am I shocked. You are gorgeous. What is wrong with the male population these days?" I laugh at his question. "I don't think there is anything wrong with them. I think it's me" I give Michael a small smile. "Sabrina?" I look at Michael after he calls my name "Yes Michael?" "Can I kiss you?" He steps closer to me. My back is up against the car. I give him a slight nod of my head, and the next thing I know his lips are on mine. It is gentle and sweet. But I am starting to feel like it isn't going to go anywhere.

Michael pulls away "I'm doing that again Sabrina. This time I need you to let my lips and tongue take control" He leans in again, his lips back on mine. His tongue has forced its way into my mouth. 'Holy shit. This is what it is liked to be kissed' I think to myself. My eyes are closed but I still see fireworks. The butterflies in my stomach are going crazy. Our tongues and lips are dancing. Michael's hands are now on my hips, and my arms are around his neck.

Pulling away for air, I slowly open my eyes and look at Michael. The blush is heating up my face. I open my mouth to speak, and all that comes out is "Wow". Michael laughs "Wow indeed. I think I would like to do that again and again and again. As long as it's okay with you?" I smile at him and nod my head. I am speechless, which is not something that happens to me normally. Michael runs his thumb over my cheek and leans in again to place a small kiss on my lips "let me get you home before your adoptive mother tries to find us."