Chapter 22

My feet carry me to the front door and Michael stands there, a cheeky smile on his face.

"Evening love."

He plants a lingering kiss on my cheek and I have to place my hands on his chest and drag my body away to break it.

"Right, come in."

He steps into the apartment and sprawls out on the couch. I push his legs down to sit next to him.

"Hey!" He protests.

"Fine, I'll move," I say.

"No, stay close to me." He says, and shifts his body close.

I sigh and roll my eyes.

"Let's play a game." I say.

He looks up eagerly like a small child.

"What game?"

"One person has to ask a question about the other, and you have to answer it," I say smiling.

He lifts his eyebrows and smirks.

"Okay, go."

"Favorite color?"

"Red and black. Favorite sport?"

"Basketball," I giggle.

"Movie?"

This goes on and on until I know almost all his favorite things: Food, color, book, song, country, hobby..

"Okay, I have one." He says.

"Yeah?"

"Virgin?" He asks, biting his lip.

My heart nearly explodes of embarassment and my face flushes deeply.

"Next, please." I say quickly.

"No, you have to answer! You said it yourself. But I think I already know."

"Then why ask?" I say.

He shrugs.

"I want to confirm it."

I nod my head quickly.

"Now are you gonna make fun of me Michael?"

"No. I respect that." He says.

I must say, I'm relieved about him. He respects that I don't just open my legs to any guy that I meet.

"Well, thank you." I say.

He nods.

"Would you like some dinner?"

I don't know why, but I feel the need to impress him somehow.

He smirks.

Ugh. That smirk.

"Sure, I'll eat whatever," He says.

I walk into the kitchen and pull out a cooking pot from the cabinets.

I decide to make macaroni and cheese. At least there's directions on the box, thank god.

I pull out two boxes, because I have a feeling Michael eats a lot. I just hope it turns out good.

"Boil water for five minutes then pour in water." I read aloud.

Sounds easy enough.

I grab a cup and heat some water in the microwave. I drum on the counter, waiting for it to finish boiling.

When I pull it out, I completely underestimate how hot it is, any my fingers feel on fire.

"Ow!" I yell, dropping the cup of burning liquid.

"What happened? Bella?"

Michael comes rushing into the kitchen but I stop him before he steps into the sizzling water.

I examine my hand, still painful from the burn and bright red.

This is why I don't cook.

"Come here," He orders.

Michael guides me to the sink and grabs the hand that suffered the burn.

He kisses it slowly, never looking away from my eyes as he sucks each of my fingers.

Then he turns on the faucet and runs it under some ice cold water.

"How about I handle the cooking?" Michael asks softly.

I nod, my face heating up.

Why'd I have to do this? We could've just ordered out or something.

"I think its cute that you can't cook." He says.

A smile sneaks unto my lips and I exhale in relief. Maybe not being able to cook has its advantages.

He carefully mops up the hot water and cooks the macaroni and cheese. I watch him closely to try to pick up a few tricks, but I'm sure it won't work.

He grabs two plates and pours half of one box for me, the other one and a half for him.

I set the table and Michael comes in with the plates of food.

We give grace and then start eating. I notice the macaroni is cooked to perfection.

"You're an amazing cook," I say with my cheeks stuffed.

Michael chuckles.

"Thanks girl."

"Oh, I have a question," I say after swallowing.

He raises his eyebrows, signaling for me to ask.

"How did you get to my house so fast? Did you know I wanted you over?"

"No, I was going to come see you anyway, I missed you."

What.

Michael Jackson missed me.

My heart melts at his words that I reach over and squeeze his hand. He smiles and then we finish up dinner.

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"So what are we doing tomorrow?" Michael asks.

"I have lectures," I say.

He makes a pouty face which makes me giggle.

"I'll be here all alone?"

I shrug.

"Guess so Michael."

He comes over to my laying position on the couch and picks me up effortlessly, so I am now sitting on his lap.

"I like when you sit on me babygirl," I purrs.

I don't know what to say, so I switch on the TV for a distraction.

To my luck, Disney Channel is on.

We stay downstairs watching Mickey, Goofy, and all the other characters late into the night.

Michael seems to love it, and I'm happy that he's happy.

I decide to turn off the TV after a while, and Michael gasps.

"Its 2 am Michael, we should get some sleep."

He nods and we walk into my bedroom. I jump in the bed and he follows.

"Goodnight Bella," he gives me a solid kiss on my forehead.

"Goodnight."

As the word tumbles from my mouth, sweet sleep immediately takes me and I happily let it.

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to be continued...
-Joy <3