Still Grace's P.O.V.

Walking back into the bedroom I was met by a headless Michael...his head stuck in his shirt as he was trying unsuccessfully to take it off...without undoing the buttons.

I looked at him gone out as he struggled and grunted.

Stifling laughter I said, "You alright there Mike?!"

His voice was muffled from the material of his shirt, groaning as his strength was slowly slipping away, of course, I found the whole situation absolutely hilarious!

"Ugh...no-, I-I...I'm stuck! He strained.

I covered my mouth to silence my laughter, "Oh really? I didn't notice..." I mocked.

"Ugh oh-! Shut up! Help me will ya?!" He growled.

His anger was making things even funnier!

I walked up to him, attempting to pull the stiff cotton shirt above and over his head, "Why didn't you just unbutton it?!" I asked through using strength.

"I thought I could...do it w-without...doing that!" He was getting hot from being trapped inside his shirt.

"Well you know what thought did!" I teased, giving one last almighty tug.
Suddenly his head popped out of the shirt, his jet black curls ruffled and messy, his face red and sweaty from being trapped, his chest, a slight sheen of moisture.

Whether he felt distressed or not, this was hella sexy!

Then something slipped through my lips that was unintentional, "Damn boy...looks like you just had sex!"