Michael's Point Of View ~

I watch impatiently as Olivia checks all the toilet stalls, just craving to touch her again. A nod of her head is displayed . . giving the all clear. My heart begins to do flips on the sight of my true love walking towards me. She bites her plump bottom lip and her raspberry lipstick. She stands on her tippy toes, wrapping her arms around my neck. 

Whispering quietly . . 

"No one's in here, Michael . . "

I can't help but to chuckle at her self-possession, considering the situation right now. Coming into a toilet. A public toilet where anyone could just walk in, uninvited and unannounced. 

It's really as simple as that. 

But the fact that we are all alone in here excites me. My heart beats faster by every ticking second that's going past to the thought of having my girl right here . . with me, right now. Plus, the thought of us getting caught is a strong possibility, adding a sense of exhilaration. But that seems so irrelevant. I tap my finger on my chin, thinking an obvious thought . . making Olivia giggle. 

Oh I just love to see her smile. 

"Hmm, I wonder what we can possibly do now . . " I chuckle, my eyebrow rising.

These eyes of mine darting over at Olivia in a cheeky sense. Leaning down closer to her beautiful features, to kiss her lips softly. I run my hands down her body. Stopping at her waist. I lift her up in one easy move. She giggles softly once again, making me smile upon hearing her radiant grin. Wrapping her legs around my waist, just never wanting to break away from her lips. My tongue slipping into her mouth along with her arms still securely locked around my neck. Our kiss isn't rushed . . it's slow and beautiful. I walk over to the long, room length sink and sit her down gently atop of the white marble bench. Spreading her legs apart for me to stand in between them. I'm loving this. Still locking my lips with hers. I feel her little hands begin to start unbutton my shirt . . slowly and one at a time . . until, my shirt is open and for my beautiful girl to see with those piercing green eyes of hers. Our lips separate from each other, the wet sound of them disconnecting echo's throughout the tiled bathroom. I begin kissing her cheek, opening my eyes to look behind her. Seeing her gorgeous reflection in the mirror. Her brown wavy hair sitting perfectly down her back, her soft skin . . ugh, the way she smells.

"How are you feeling, Olivia? you know . . about him? . . " I look down, whispering the last two words. I am ashamed of even bringing him up in conversation. 

What am I thinking? . . 

Him. Referring to that certain individual that broke my baby's heart. A man that hurt her and seemingly took away her light. A light that I so desperately wanna bring back. I look back up into her eyes, her face flushing with sudden sadness but it always seemed to have been there. Oh gosh . . I feel terrible. Her eyes becoming wide, her head shaking slowly from side to side. Knowing instantly what I'm thinking in this moment. She just knows me too well. 

"No it's okay, Michael. Please don't feel bad . . " She reassures me softly. 

Placing her hand on my cheek. 

I just nod. Leaning into her touch on my now warm skin, her hand feeling like my face is lying on the softest, most delicate pillow the world could offer me. She looks down, her fingers playing with the buttons on my open shirt. I can't help but to move closer to her, turning my face to the side. My bottom lip against her cheek, kissing it. 

"I'm . . okay. I'm not totally over him but I'm doing better then I was, you know? . . " 

My eyes soften upon the sight of seeing hers begin to water. Her voice breaking, along with my heart. She sounds so fragile. My sweet girl. I just wanna take her in my hold, to protect her from all evil in the world and whisper my love for her into her ear. I just wanna stitch up her scars, stopping her bleeding right here, right now and forever. Get him out of her memory. I gotta erase him somehow. Knowing how much pain she's in nearly every moment of everyday, I'm sure. She doesn't tell me but I know her and over a guy that broke that precious heart of hers so many times. Her heart that I wanna make mine and mine alone. I place my finger under her chin gently, making her look up at me . . 

"Hey, hey . . smile for me, baby. Please I wanna see that smile that I adore so much . . " I whisper. 

Her features seeming to come back to life. A smile forming on the corner of her lips making me bite mine on the sight of it. Her face leaning closer into me . . finding home in the crock of my neck. My lips hovering over her ear, whispering a soft tune. It's one of my favourite songs so why not sing it for my favourite girl? 

"Smile, though your heart is aching . . smile, even though it's breaking" I sing softly to her. 

My hand running slowly up and down her back as her body is closer to mine. Bringing one hand down to rest it on her thigh, my lips fluttering over hers . . dying to kiss them again and again. 

"Your so beautiful when you smile, baby so do it more often Liv . . " I tell her. 

Olivia's Point Of View ~

I must admit that my whole body lit up just now. That was really sweet of Michael to say so. That I'm beautiful when I smile, that I should do it more often. I know he's right about Eric though, I am not letting him get me down anymore. Well, I 'm trying. I know that I should just walk away from these sad feelings once and for all . . and just smile. Since Eric broke my heart, that's all Michael has been trying to make me do. He just wants me to be happy again, he always says that.  Michael has been amazing. I'm so blessed to have him as a friend. 

"Michael, baby . . even though what we are doing is only casual and friendly - the sex. I still wanna say thank you" 

His expression changes into something unreadable to me. 

He brings his hand up to my cheek gently, placing mine over his. Michael's forehead against mine.

"Your welcome, baby . . I'm just happy I'm here for you, that's all" He whispers. 

to be continued.