Chapter 6-

Michael looks at the phone screen and his eyebrows shoot up to the top of his forehead. Then he smirks.

"So, you're into these kinds of things?" He asks.

"No, its just-- I--" I can't even put my thoughts into words. I feel sweat beading at the top of my forehead.

"You know Bella, I can make you feel really good.."

His hand brushes my butt and I cringe, fighting the need to resist.

He takes my hand and pushes me toward my bedroom, and backs me up against the wall, his hands on either side of my head.

Suddenly, he dives in for a kiss. It was the most magical display of love that I have ever experienced. I just want to grab his face and stick my tongue in his mouth, but he might get the wrong idea, like I like him or something.

After enjoying the makeout session (something that Mark and I had never ever even thought of doing) for a few minutes I instantly realize..

I'm cheating.

"Michael.." I gasp when he moves down to kiss my neck. He doesn't stop or even acknowledge that I called his name.

"Michael!" I use all my power to push him away from me. He wipes his bottom lip and grins.

"I bet you liked that," he says.

"No, I.. I have a boyfriend." I sigh and slump all the way down to the floor.

"Really?" He seems suprised.

"You don't think anyone would like me?" I say, hurt.

"No, just I thought you wouldn't be allowed to date at this time or something." He scratches the back of his head.

"Well I'm 22 for your information, and I can make my own descions." I say forcefully.

"22? I thought you'd be older.."

"What, how old are you?"

"I'm 29. I guess I like them young," he says.

I gasp. An age difference of seven years is a lot more than I've ever experienced. Then again, I've only had one boyfriend and we're a few months apart.

"So, why were you looking at the porn?" He winks at me and I shudder.

I can't bring myself to say that Sam sent me it. He might run after her and leave me. That makes me a bit.. jealous.

"Just curious.." I mumble, and the hardwood floor suddenly becomes very interesting.

"I'm taking you out." Michael says.

"Out? Where?"

"Just out. Now get ready." He points to my closet and shuts my door for me to change.

He's so demanding. Yet, I kind of like it..

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