Chapter 47

I guess when we got back to the hotel, Michael undressed me and laid me down on the bed.

My eyes open and I sit up sharply. It's morning. The sun is hidden behind a cloud but it's rays still reach the room through the half-open blinds. I take a deep breath in and my breathing slows when I feel his fingers rubbing my lower back gently.

I lean in and give his forehead a gentle kiss. His chest rises and falls slowly. It's so great to see him getting the rest he needs and deserves.

"Bell," he mumbles. I'm not sure if he's awake or he's dreaming. I decide to stay silent.

I smile and inch my way toward the edge of the bed, but Michael grabs my hip.

Okay, he's definitely awake.

I sigh and lay on my back, eyes closed. Then his deep, sleepy voice vibrates.

He plants a kiss right below my ear and I can't help but shiver.

"Good morning," I breathe.

I still can't stop thinking about what I found out last night. When was he planning on popping the question? During the tour? After?

I can't be a wife right now. I can't be his wife right now. I mean, I'm barely an adult. I swear my life is going so fast... it can't go any faster or I just might lose control.

He came into my life so abruptly. I'm thankful for it of course but maybe all this is too much at one time. Did I bite off more than I could chew? Should I take a break from him? Get some space and cool down before I do anything irrational?

Yeah. That makes sense. Just a break..

I'm so occupied in my thoughts that I'm only now realizing Michael's slipped a finger inside of me. My breathing hitches and my eyes squeeze shut. I should've worn panties...

"Please don't," I whisper.

"What? Bella, you love this. You deserve to feel good. You've been a great supporter this whole time we've been touring and I want to show you that I love you." Michael says, going faster.

"I know you love me. You don't have to show it Michael... N-not right now."

He smirks and climbs on top of me. "I think now is a great time."

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"I knew this would happen Michael! Now you're late to rehearsal!" I chastise as I quickly pull on a hoodie, trying to ignore the soreness between my legs.

I wanted to stop him but... well, it's kind of hard stopping something you want to happen.

Michael grins widely and blocks me from reaching my shorts.

"Well, that's too bad. If we're late then we're late. So, how about we go again?"

He walks toward me, slowly lifting up my hoodie but I smack his hands away, go underneath his arm and snatch my shorts, walking away.

"You're so childish!" I almost yell.

"Why, thank you."

"And this is exactly why I can't marry you right now." I mutter.

"You can't what?" He asks, confused.

"Nothing! I didn't say anything," I assure him hastily, pulling my pants up and slipping on my sneakers without lacing them up.

"Yes you did. I heard you." Michael doubles down and glances at me with an arched eyebrow.

"No I didn't! Just go get ready already. Damn." I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear and look anywhere but into his eyes.

Michael laughs and heads for the bathroom. "I swear, we argue like a married couple."

I gulp down hard. There's that word again. Married.

Maybe I'm overreacting. But I just can't see myself in a big white dress, not for years.

"Bella? Are you in there?"

A knock came from outside and the voice sounds familiar. Way too familiar.

I roll my eyes as the knocking continues.

"Bella?"

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Chapter 47

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