My body physically aches, but still i lay in his arms. My soul complete in the union of his, I have given into loves temptation. The way my body yearned for his touch, his kiss, and his sweet words is unmeasurable to the surge of pleasure I received as he delivered his promise to me. His promise to love all of me, taking my body and soul for his. In the heat of the day, he made me his woman and held me through the night.

Explaining to anyone the story of how you lost your virginity has never been recorded as easy. But, I feel my story would be. I didn't loose my virginity, I have it to the man I love and trust. I willingly gavel virginity to Michael and asked for only his love in return. I couldn't request more than something as intangible as love.

Waking up still spooned by him, I smile to myself, meeting the dawn of outside. The city is still asleep, though some cars still whizzed below us. I didn't expect to be so at peace the morning after. Aside from my expected pelvic pain, I feel reborn. I feel like a woman, who has just been shown the world for the first time in years of being locked away. My heart is just simply full of bliss.

"You're awake..." Michael yawns, turning on his back.

I slip my upper body into his exposed chest.

"I've only been up for a few minutes..." I smile, folding my arms and resting my chin on them.

Yawning again, Michael glances towards the corner kitchen. Glancing at me again, he smiles.

"How are you holding up babygirl?" He groggily asks.

I giggle lightly at his surprisingly sexy, morning voice. It's deeper than his usual low falsetto tone.

"It hurts like hell, but it's not so bad" I shrug.

"I'm so sorry Jess. I didn't realize you were a virgin. It surpassed my brain completely. Otherwise, I would've done things differently" He stresses, tenderly stroking my exposed shoulder.

"You didn't know you were going to return early and have sex with me for the first time... It's okay" I assure him.

He frowns, shaking his head, no.

"With my past, it was just sex. But, not with you Jesse. I made love to you. There's no other way to explain that" He stresses.

"It was beautiful. Hell it was freaking magical. I... Wow" I sigh, pecking his lips.

"We should take a shower before Bill comes to investigates last nights noises" Michael chuckles, carefully sitting up.

Lifting me into his arms, he proceeds towards the bedroom. All the while my mind recollects last nights events. His groans and whimpers, my wails and moans. He made me his instrument and played me well. I have forever captured last night into my memory. The first night Michael made me his woman.

After a long fifteen minute shower, in which Michael continued his delicate approach to wash me; yet another one of our mentally captured sensual moments,
Michael discreetly calls for an early morning maid, along with a wonderful mini breakfast buffet. While we wait for the maid and our food, I decide to take this time to investigate what happened on set for Michael to be so upset.

"Michael?" I call, watching him prepare a glass of water.

"Hm?"

"What happened yesterday, that had you so disturbed?"

He leans against the counter, staring into the clear glass cup.

"I was having a bit of anxiety build up. I just couldn't function yesterday" He admits, not changing his gaze.

"Baby, I'm sorry I wasn't there on set with you, you know I would've been there if it wasn't for rehearsals" I stress, slowly walking over to him. I'm still very much in pain.

"It's alright babygirl, forget it. We need to fix this limp in your walk, or you won't be going to rehearsals for awhile" He gently smiles.

Setting his glass down, he bends at his knees and once again scoops me up, carrying me into the living room. Once we enter the living room, he carefully sits me on the love seat just as someone knocked on the suite door.

"Stay put Jess... I mean it" He instructs, jogging over towards the door.

From the living room, I can't really catch whose behind the door, but I sigh in relief once I see a short Asian woman, scurry into the bedroom. Michael follows her, only emerging minutes later in snickers.

"She's said, she hopes you feel better and that you should be soaking. Her face was priceless when she first walked in though" Michael cackles.

"You told her?!" I screech.

He shrugs guiltily. Nodding after my fright remain plastered onto my face.

"Michael why? I-I don't want the world knowing. She could tell someone. Then I'll be called your hotel whore. I'm not your hotel whore Michael... Dear God..."

I sigh, clasping my hands over my face shamefully. Walking up to me, he removes my hands and forces me to glance at him.

"Babygirl... I wouldn't care if the entire world knew. I made love to you and if that's a crime, I wouldn't mine being handcuffed. Now after we eat, I want you to go soak and we'll stay here for the day and eat ice cream or something" He smiles, displaying his pearls.

"But what about rehearsals and filming?" I whine.

He shakes his head, and shrugs carelessly.

"You're in no shape to rehearse and I'm a little 'sick', so looks like today is a rest day" He finally chuckles, watching the little Asian woman reappear.

"Don't worry my dear, my lips are sealed" She whispers aloud, turning to exit.

No sooner does she leaves, another knock takes Michael's attention once again as he scurries towards the door. Assuming it's our food, relax into the plushness that the couch so gracefully provided for my tired muscles.

"Hey Bill... Good morning..." Michael greets out visitor.

Realizing the name he just called out, I force myself upright onto the sofa and quickly grab for a magazine to come off as casual.

"Hey Mike... Um was everything okay yesterday? I mean you didn't want to talk, then there's screaming or some mess coming from your room..." Bill stresses.

I hear Michael sighing, but cannot make out the rest of their conversation as they fall into inaudible whispers. After ten minutes of whispers, Bill shakes his head at Michael only to force a smile my way as if I didn't catch his disappointment.

I didn't want to have these repercussions of wanting to be so close to Michael. Two humans can deny emotional attraction as much as they please, but the body never lies.

Returning to the living room with an ale carte of our breakfast buffet, Michael gives me a warm smile. Though he's smiling, I know he's had an interesting conversation with Bill, and it's burdening him.

"Baby remember what you told me earlier, it doesn't matter. You made love to me at my request. You can't feel disappointed by that" I reason, reaching for a scrumptious cranberry pastry.

"I know. It's just Bill can be so harsh at times. But anyway, let's say grace before we eat my dear Jesse" He directs at the pastry that has already invaded my mouth.

"Sorry..." I blush, swallowing the rest of the disintegrated doughy goodness.

Giggling he takes my hands and indicates for me to bow my head.

"Dear Lord..." He begins.

While he continues his faithful prayer, I silently create one of my own. I silently thank God for placing Michael into my life at time I needed someone the most. I also repented for monogamy. I was raised to not act with such a sin, but I did and now I know my only hope is that God forgives me for my sin. I also hopes he understands that it was out of love.

"Amen..." Michael concludes.

"Amen..." I add lib.

"Now you can stuff your face fatty" Michael teases, grabbing for a similar pastry.

I roll my eyes and proceed to gorge onto the array of breakfast cuisines and treats, throwing my strict dieting rules right out of the window. All the while we munch and crunch on our meal, Michael and I begin small talk and even random goofing off. Nothing can ruin this moment, nothing.

"And then the water just crashed onto Bill's head. Man he was so pissed! I can't think of anything funnier than Bill drenched in ice cold water!" Michael cackles, the vibrations of his laughter very well alive against my back.

After our meal, Michael decided it was time for my soak. Though I refused, he insisted I take a long soak. "I want you to heal. I mean it's the least I can do", he explained when I continued to protest. But after a few minutes if listening to me whine aimlessly in the bath, he finally decided to just join me to keep me quiet.

So now here we are, after finding a comfortable position to where i won't slip under the water and he wouldn't puncture my healing pelvis.

"I'm pretty sure Gail would turn over if she knew we finally did it. She's really annoying" Michael sighs, running his slender fingers along my collar bone.

"I actually like her. She's a bit annoying, but I actually like her" I disagree.

"Well... Let's agree to disagree, the woman is like Oprah, they both want to know way too much. But one is a new anchor and the other is actually paid to make people feel worse about their lives by exposing them" Michael grumbles.

I glance up at him.

"Have you ever been interviewed by Miss Oprah?" I tease.

"No. But, I've seen enough of her interviews to come to my own conclusion"

"But she gives away cars... And other gifts, what a monster!" I joke, entangling our fingers.

"Yeah, yeah make fun of my opinion all you want, crippled"

Lean sideways into the bathtub to give him a good glance.

"It's your fault! Now you're being ass face..." I pout, returning to my original lounging position, against his chest.

"Awe. I'm sorry babygirl. I take it back..." He lulls, placing gentle kisses on my shoulder.

I close my eyes for a mere second, allowing my body to relax into his as well as melt into the warm bath. I could stay in this moment forever, a dream well worth keeping my eyes closed for.

"I still have to film today, Bill says that's out of the question. I know I have to either way, but I have requested for Bill to call for a masseuse for a day of pampering. I'm sorry babygirl" Michael sighs, interrupting our silence.

"It's fine. You have to work, I understand. When do you leave?" I reply, my eyes still close.

"In less than three hours, but I'm not going anywhere until then" He assures me.

"Michael... Tell me I'm not like the rest. I don't want to be like the rest..."

My eyes open.

"Babygirl, you are a pearl. The others can never amount to your glory. You're nothing like the others, you have something that just couldn't grasp, my heart. Now tell me I'm not like the others..."

I peck his palms, holding them close to my chest.

"There are no others, it's just you..." I smile, once again closing my eyes.

Michael sighs happily, pecking my forehead tenderly.

"Good... " He simply replies.

Falling into the trance of his warming body and arms, clinging to mine so lovingly, I doze off into a world that only Michael owns. He has me locked between his palms and heart. This is my happiness, that no one can take away from me.

No one...

To Be Continued...