Chapter 32

"Babe. I said move in with me." Michael repeats.

I look at him in utter surprise. "I heard what you said."

Then I start paddling through the turbid water back to the dock. Michael follows me to it and lifts me up to sit on it.

"What's the matter?" He rests his hands on my knees and looks into my emerald eyes.

I gaze at him. "What was that? That was so sudden."

His hands slid a bit higher. "I know but, I just really think we should spend more time together. Think of waking up next to me everyday, it seems appealing, right? Listen Bella, I have feelings for you--"

"Ya don't say?" I interject and he smirks before going on.

"I just want you with me. Like all the time."

My heart flops in my stomach. "Well, I have to.. I don't know, let me think about it." I answer.

"Okay." Then he waits for a few moments before looking at me. "Have you thought about it?"

I scoff. "That was literally twenty seconds."

In an abrupt movement, he leaps out of the water and pushes me down on the dock, pinning my hands over my head.

"If you'll let me," He murmurs into my skin while kissing my neck, "let me try and sway your decision."

I attempt to break free from his grasp but it's no use.

"Michael, no. You are so not playing this dirty." I have difficulty speaking as his lips start exploring my body.

"Dirty?" He asks with an innocent smile. "I'm just kissing my beautiful girlfriend."

Compliments too? Smooth.

He then moves my two hands into his large one, still above my head, and uses his right hand to pull down my bikini strap.

Shit.

"Stop," I gasp desperately, and he looks up at me.

"Stop what?"

"You--you know what you're... I--" He chuckles as I squirm under him.

"Having some trouble there baby?" Michael's hand slowly starts moving under the bikini top and I tighten my eyes shut.

"I'll help you, say yes." His hands inch further, cupping my mounds under the top. He starts to squeeze them and I gasp, my eyes flying open.

"Ugh... I'll move in," I whimper. He stops.

"What?"

I push him off of me as he's caught off guard and adjust the bikini top again.

"I said I'll move in with you, okay?" I look at him and then he smothers my face with kisses.

"Yay!" I roll my eyes.

"You basically forced me to. You're lucky I like you, boy," I say with a small giggle.

He kisses my lips another time. "Lets go inside to your future home."

He unhands me and together we walk back into Neverland.

--

After taking a shower, I wrap another towel around me and scout around, looking for clothes, since I didn't bring any extras.

Finding nothing, I slip into Michael's closet and pull a blue button-up shirt off of one of the hangers. I pull it on and it comes down to my knees. I have to roll up the sleeves so that my hands can be visible.

I dry my hair and then go downstairs to where Michael is waiting for me.

"Mmm, stealing my clothes?" He says, but I know he's disappointed that I'm wearing anything.

"I wouldn't call it stealing. But don't I look good in it?" I say jovially, spinning around.

"Yeah, you do. Although I would prefer it off."

I walk over and slap him upside the head. "Ow!"

"Watch your naughty mouth. And it'll take a lot to get under my clothes," I snap.

He cocks an eyebrow at me and grins. "First of all," He points to his shirt, "my shirt, babe. And second, will it really take that much? Because on the dock--"

"Don't talk about what happened on the dock. And are you trying to say I'm easy, Michael?" I ask incredulously.

"You're not easy, though you aren't very assertive." He answers.

I roll my eyes. "Like I said, you're lucky I like you." I pulls me onto him and kisses my forehead.

"Wanna move in today?" He inquires.

"Sure," I smile and get off of him, grabbing my phone. That moment, it starts to ring and I answer.

"Hello?"

"Isabella Simmons.. I know you're with Michael right now. What's up girl?" Sammi sings into the phone.

I giggle. "Well actually, I'm on my way back to my apartment."

"Awesome! I was going to swing by there to hang, is that cool?"

"Umm," I hesitate.

"Bells, whatcha hiding from me? Ohh wait, I get it. You and Michael want some alone time," she says, laughing.

"Sam, I'm moving out." I drop the bomb.

"Damn! That fast? This man has got you sprung!" I smile, knowing she's right.

"Well I, yeah," I sigh, "He does."

She squeaks with joy. "I'm happy for you! When did he ask?"

"Like an hour ago."

I then feel Michael's lips attach to the back of my neck.

"So he's gonna help you pack?"

"He's gonna.. I, mmm," I end up moaning as he starts to suck my neck.

"Bells? You alright?" Sam asks.

"I'm fine, ahh," I gasp and wiggle around as Michael starts to lift up the shirt I'm wearing. I swat his hands away and he chuckles.

"Sorry, Sammi, I'll call you back," I say and end the call.

I turn to face Michael and shake my head. "Stop being so lecherous... I was on the phone!"

"Sorry," he pouts and the lifts me up as we walk out of the door.

"Remember, I'm driving again." He sulks and I just have to giggle.

Michael sets me in the driver's seat and gets in the passenger's side. I put the car in reverse and we leave.

On the road, I feel weird while driving, like I'm being followed.

"Michael? Is anyone following us?"

He smiles. "Well, obviously. We aren't the only ones driving."

I cut my eyes nervously to each side. "No, seriously. Someone is following us." I insist.

Michael turns around and curses. "Shit."

"I knew it," I say, my breathing accelerates.

"Paparazzi."

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Chapter 32

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