Still Grace's P.O.V.

I was awoken early by a shuffling Mikey in the bed next to me.

Groggily forcing my eyes open and being dazzled by the early Manhattan sunlight I looked up to Michael, expecting him to be asleep, he still had his left arm around me.

Peering up, I was startled to find him already awake, already looking at me and smiling, if that wasn't a treat to wake up to, I wasn't sure what was.

"Good morning, Baby." He said, spoken in a gruff, sleep filled voice, I couldn't deny that I was indeed very fond of it.

I stretched my body, groaning in the process before cuddling up to him once again, a slight smell of stale cologne present on his bare, hot toffee skin, it was an amazing smell, HIS smell.

"Morning Mikey..." I yawned as my eyes adjusted to the morning light.

"Did you sleep well?" He asked, fiddling with a stray stand of my hair.

I nodded, "Yeah...especially because I was with you."

He chuckled, grinning widely, "I have to admit, sleeping with you so closely, felt beautiful."

I cuddled him harder.

"We have to get up and pack in a minute ready for the journey back to Neverland okay?" His voice a soothing, melodic tone.

I nodded into his chest, the thought of going back to Neverland was exciting, but I'd also be sad to leave this place.