Damn, You're Cute (Michael Clifford)

"Tell me you want me," he murmured, his mouth moving against my skin in the same sensitive spot below my ear. With the hand that was on the wall behind me, Michael cupped the back of my neck. I shivered with butterflies in my stomach. I didn't want to screw anything up, but, God, did I want him. I didn't know what to do...