Chapter 30

I awake to low murmuring. With difficulty, I open my eyelids as they are still heavy with sleep.

I turn my body to face Michael, and his eyes are already looking back at me.

"Good morning babe," he says while biting his lip. His voice is extremely low and his hair is all over the place. I instantly start blushing at his intense attractiveness.

"Good morning Michael, I like your bed head." I say with a smile.

"Bed head?" I nod as Michael sits up to look at the dresser mirror. When he sees himself, he bursts out with laughter.

"It looks sexy, doesn't it?" He says with a playful wiggle of his perfectly arched eyebrows.

"Oh, yeah, you bet it does!" I shake my head and giggle, reaching for the end of the covers. Michael quickly grabs my arm.

"You're leaving the bed?" He asks with an animated face.

"Well, I want to get the day started. So yes I am." I answer.

I try to get out off bed again, but Michael pulls me back in. He wraps a strong arm around me.

"No, stay. I want to hold you." He says. I sigh and close my eyes.

"Fine. But only for a little while," I reply.

"Good. You wouldn't have had a choice anyway." He chuckles and I groan.

"You smell good," Michael compliments after a while.

"Thanks." I whisper. He starts rubbing my arm up and down with his fingers. My body erupts with goosebumps within seconds.

"You have goosebumps? It's hot in here." He says.

I look up at his face and he's looking down at me with a smirk. I breath out and he smiles at me, still rubbing my arm.

"Michael, will you let go now? Please," I add the please as politely as I can.

"I don't want to." He says firmly.

"Come on. I need to take a shower and stuff," I plead.

"Only if you promise to spend the day with me at Neverland." I roll my eyes.

"What else do you expect me to do? Of course I will, now please let go now."

Michael grins and then recoils his hands from around my body, sitting up.

"Thank you," I say before finally getting out of the bed.

I make my way to the bathroom and brush my teeth. Before I can finish, two familiar hands caress my waist. I rinse out my mouth and wipe it, dropping the toothbrush back in its holder. With a sigh, I turn to face Michael and cross my arms.

"Hello babe," he whispers. He uncrosses my arms from my chest and hoists me up to sit on the bathroom counter. He leans his forehead against mine and his curls tickle my nose.

"You're so cute," He murmurs and moves down my shoulder, leaving small and sweet kisses on the skin he passes over. My whole body starts shaking and I seem to forget how to breathe.

"Thank you," I accept his compliment and then wiggle out of his grip, sliding down from my seat on the counter. I start to walk out to the kitchen and Michael follows me closely.

"Any requests for breakfast?" I ask him.

"Nope," he says and plops into one of the kitchen stools, popping the p.

"Good, because you'd be getting pancakes anyway. I haven't gone grocery shopping in a while." This gets a laugh out of Michael, to which I smile.

I prepare the pancakes and then place a plate stacked high with them in front of Michael. I top it off with a stream of syrup rolling down the sides. I sit in front of him and see his mouth start to water.

"There's no point in drooling over it, eat!" I say. After a second he digs in and then groans in satisfaction.

"This is great," he says, of course, with his mouth full. Bits of the cake land on my face and I flinch back.

"How many times must I tell you not to eat with your mouth full?" I scold.

He shrugs and hands me a napkin to wipe off my face. I grab it from him.

"Sorry. You've only told me that a few other times," he says in his defense. I roll my eyes and get up, but he pulls me into his lap.

"Bella, I said I'm sorry," he says. His breath wisps my ear and I try not to shudder.

"I know, I heard you," I reply.

"Well, do you forgive me?" He asks.

I look away from the gaze he tries to hold me in, but he takes my chin in his hands.

Before I can do or say anything, he kisses me fiercely. He runs his hands down my legs and then pulls away.

"Now you do." He says with a smile. I open my mouth but I can't seem to form words. What is he doing to me?

"Go get ready, I want to get out of here," he tells me.

I get up from my seat on his lap and rush to the bathroom to take a quick shower.

From just that kiss, I'm shaken up and I have to clear my mind. I don't know why Michael affects me so much. It was just a kiss from my boyfriend.

I step out of the hot shower and dry body and then my hair, tying it up in a wet side bun. I apply lotion and then go to by closet to pick out an outfit. I decide on a pair of light wash jean shorts with a solid blue tank top. I slide on flip flops and grab a pair of sunglasses and slipping my phone into my pocket.

I make my way downstairs again and Michael's still wearing his pajamas he left over in my apartment. He takes one glance at me and whistles.

"Bella, you look so hot," he says, still staring at me. I roll my eyes and grab the keys.

"That's because I am, it's like eighty degrees outside Michael," I reply. He walks over to me and grabs the keys out of my hand.

"Oh, give them back! I want to drive," I try to snatch them back but he holds them above his head. It's then that I realize there's no way of getting them back.

"I want to. Come on," he says. He uses his other hand to hold mine and leads me out of the door.

I walk out to the car and the bright California sun heats up my skin instantly. I get inside of the car and slam the door behind me. I cross my arms and sulk in annoyance. It's my car, I should be able to drive it if I want to! I see Michael come out to the car, chuckling and shaking his head. What is so funny to him?

He gets inside the car and puts the key in the ignition.

"What is so funny?" I suddenly snap at him. I'm just so frustrated. When I voice this, Michael starts to laugh.

"I'm sorry, you're just so adorable when you're annoyed," He says. By now, we're driving about to reach the main road.

"Michael, watch where you're going!" I point but it's too late. The red light is already behind us.

"Oh for goodness sake, you just ran a red light!" I exclaim.

"Calm down, it's one light," Michael says.

"No I won't calm down! Pull to the side of the road and let me drive, you're going to get us killed!" I shout as he swerves down the road, trying with great difficulty to control the car.

"Alright alright!" He quickly heads off of the road and parks.

I exit my side of the car and so does Michael. We switch spots and I start the car.

"My gosh Michael, you're driving is terrible!" I say, going back on the road.

He doesn't say anything. I sneak a look at him and he has his arms crossed with an irksome look on his face. I can't help but giggle at the fact that Michael's driving is more than a little rusty.

"What, you're turn to be annoyed? You look so cute," I coo as we drive down the highway, closer and closer to Michael's home.

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Chapter 30!

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