Still Grace's P.O.V.

Whilst his teeth were still clenched onto my lip he growled the sexiest thing I ever heard.

"Uugghh...I want you..."

Although sexy, it also came as a massive surprise, and not just for me.

At that very moment, his eyes snapped open and he gasped, pulling away with speed like lightening and covering his mouth with his hand, his eyes wide as can be, pupils dilated with embarrassment.

He looked genuinely scared.

"I'm sorry!" He stammered, the sound muffled because of his hand.

He looked away from my face, obviously recognising the shock on it.
"Oh god..." he groaned before hiding his crimson face in his hands.

I was shell shocked, that was the last thing I thought I'd ever hear come from his mouth, maybe it was just a thought out loud but even so, a thought is a thought and Michael was thinking it. If he felt like this, then...hell knows things could change, but what if it was the testosterone talking, just a 'heat of the moment' thing? Maybe he'd felt like it for a while?

I reached over and touched his shoulder, "Mike?" I said softly.

He slowly removed his hands but didn't look at me, he was avoiding eye contact.

"I'm not mad..." I reassured.

He turned slowly as I carried on.

"You shouldn't be ashamed or embarrassed about how you feel, maybe that slipped out without you wanting it to but you had to have been thinking it right? If I'm honest, it makes me feel good." I explained.

There was a pause before I realised he was looking at me, "Feel good?" He whispered, "How? That was a crude and unintentional comment. I wasn't meant to say that, that was bad." He hung his head down.

I leaned forward, squeezing his cheeks and making him smile a little, "If you're not gonna take my word for anything I just said then you better take my word for this. That was hella sexy. I enjoyed every nano second of...whatever that was. Don't beat yourself up about it, I was bound to say that to you anyway!"