June's point of view 

As I started to panick a little bit on the inside, I try not to let it show, because Michael would think I didn't want to see him, while I really wanted to. I just didn't know where to start.

"A certain guy named Prince told me to give you that. He also said that you needed to read it now," Michael shyly said, handing another folder paper.

I hesitantly took the paper from his hands, and looked down at it. When I unfolded it, I recognized Prince's almost perfect handwriting.

"Please, come in," I softly said to Michael, taking a step aside to let him in, before starting to read the long letter Prince wrote. "Is that okay if I take a few minutes to read this?"

"Of course, take the time you need," Michael ever so softy answered, taking his jacket off.

"I'm sorry. This is awkward," I declared, rubbing the space between my eyes.

"It's okay. It would have been awkward anyways," Michael slightly chuckled, which caused me to smile a bit. "Come on, pretend I'm not here, I'll just wait and take a look around."

"Thank you," I smiled a bit, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"I could never steal you from another. It's such a shame our friendship has to end."

Those were the two sentences that were written at the very top of the piece of paper, which were also lyrics from his song  Purple Rain  that he slightly modified. My heart ached at the simple thought that my friendship with Prince was over now my choice was made, but the words that followed warmed up my heart a little, allowing a smile to appear on my face.

"Now you need to speak your heart out to the love of your life once again.  One time is never enough when you love someone as much as you love Michael.

This man loves you like no one could ever be able to love you back the same way as he does, not even me. You need to make things right, because a love like you guys share is rare.

I admire you both, because you've been through so much stuff, and still you're sticking by each other's side. 

If you ever need me, I'll be just around the corner, but I think it's better for us to stay away from each other for now. I need time to tell myself that I'll never be more than your friend.You helped me with my life more than you may ever think. Thanks to you, I rediscovered what it was to love, and to feel loved. With you, I wasn't alone anymore, and I could never be able to thank you enough for that.

You're one of the greatest person I've ever met, June Wellington, and people as great as you need to be happy.  I didn't say anything to Michael about the kiss, I just told him that you guys needed to talk to each other, because your love was one of a kind. I let him know that it was him from the beginning, and that it would be always him the number one man in your heart. 

I hope you liked the dress. I wanted you to have it so that Michael realize how beautiful you are  if he haven't noticed just yet. 

Avec amour, 

Prince"

I smiled a little bit at his words, and understood that, once again, Prince was helping me out with my love life, while I perfectly knew it was painful for him considering the feelings he had for me. 

The thing is, I couldn't feel guilty about this. I couldn't feel guilty for making a man fall in love with me and not being able to love him back. Prince helped me not to feel bad about this situation. He knew that, from the begining, I loved Michael, and that I would probably won't ever be able to fall out of love with him. He understood my choices, and assured me that it was okay not to love him back.

When I wasn't sure about my feelings for him, he already had them firgured out for me, and that's what probably helped him to be this understanding towards this entire situation.

"You're a great guy, Neslon," I muttered to myself, a slight smile touching my lips.

I folded the paper back, and set it on the nightstand just besides me. When I stood up from the bed and turned around, Michael was patiently looking through the window, and he seemed absorbed in his own thoughts.

This was the time I needed to get my man back, and get a fresh start with him.

I silently and nervously walked in his direction, and placed my hand on the small of his back.

"Are you okay?" I gently asked him, rubbing the small of his back. "You seem a bit off."

"I just really need to take things off of my chest," he said, turning around to face me. "Are you done with the letter?"

"Yes, but, can, can I um– can I say something before you start? I need to get a thing off of my chest as well," I stuttered, nervousness invading my entire being. 

"Sure. What's bothering you?" he asked me, concern filling his soft voice.

"You know where I ran at this morning, right?" I asked, looking from the floor to Michael's eyes.

"Yes. You were with Prince, he told me that. He said you were pretty lost when you got there," Michael explained, nodding his head a little. "I knew you'd be with him."

"Because you thought that I had feelings for him, but I don't," I immediately told him. "I don't have anything for Prince but friendly feelings."

"Why are you so sure about this now? This morning you were quite unsure about your feelings and I could see it in your eyes. You were lost, and I know you really believed you were in love with him at one point."

"I did, but then he told me he was in love with me, face to face. And you know what I felt? Nothing. Not even a single butterfly in my stomach. I thought that maybe I didn't realize it, so to be sure about it, I needed to do something."

A little, awkward silence fell upon the both of us as Michael looked down at me, his eyes darkened by worry and sadness all of a sudden.

"What did you do?" he found the strength to ask me.

"I– I... I kissed him," I admitted, in a low, shameful voice, and Michael turned back towards the window. "I-I needed to figure out my feelings, and I thought that it'd help me, and it did. Michael, thanks to this kiss, I know that it's been you from the very beginning. When you told me you loved me, or the very first time you kissed me... Damn, I can still remember it: the adrenaline, the butterflies, the fireworks... But when I kissed Prince, I felt nothing but happiness because I was happy not to feel anything for him, while the mere thought of you, of your smile, gives me butterflies."

Another silence fell upon the both of us, and all that could be heard was the sound of our breathings. Mine was fast, as I was nervously anticipating Michael's reaction to what I told him about Prince and I.

"I can't lose you," he whispered after a few long seconds, still looking at the window. "I sincerely need you, and I won't let you go another time," he blurted out, this time turning around to face me. "I need you to listen closely to what I'm gonna say. This time, I won't end up break down crying, so you need to hear me out," he declared as I looked up into his beautiful, sincere doe eyes. I nodded my eyes, and Michael took a deep breath, taking my hands in his powerful ones, "We're going to start over, and forget all of this... crap, okay? I made a huge mistake when I left while you laid yourself bare for me. I've been a fool, and this won't happen again. I'm so sorry," he apologized, tightening his hold on my hands. "I've shown you once again what an idiot I can be by making this mistake, now I'm only asking you to give your anger and frustration a break, and forgive me because I'm truly sorry. I know you must be angry, but I'm asking you to look back, and remember all the good memories, the laughs, the hard steps we've been through, that have made us believe that we're meant to be.

"If you need time to think about all of this, if you need to have your ideas clear about us, then I'll wait, even if it takes a lifetime– well, I mean no – because, technichally, we'd be both dead, so no," he stammered, and a chuckle escaped my mouth as joyful tears gathered in my eyes, "but I mean that I'll wait for you for years if you ask me to. I won't give up in our relationship. Never again. Now with all of that, I may have lost a lot, but I gained one privilege: the chance to make you fall in love with me again."

I never stopped loving you, I thought to myself, as Michael went on.

"That ring here," he said, taking my left hand, where my promise ring was, in his manly ones, "I want you to take it off because it's all a lie. I want the next ring on this finger to be a wedding band that you'll proudly wear, and that would really mean trust, love and faith," he declared, taking the promise ring off of my finger before stuffing it in the pocket of his black jeans. "I want to start over. I want to take a fresh start and erase all the pain I caused you before, all the bad moments we had and only keep the best of us. I want a life away from crazy people, I don't want anyone getting in our way to happiness. Jessica, Alex, Frank, Paulina, Prince..."

When he pronounced Prince's name, my eyes widened a bit, which caused Michael to correct himself quickly.

"... I mean, if you still want to be his friend, then I'll be okay with that, but if you want him out of our lives, then I'll be okay with it too. I owe him a lot since he's been helping me realizing how much I loved you. He helped us find our way back to each other while he's in love with you, and I could never thank him enough for that. He's a reasonable and honest person, and now I see it. I'm sorry I didn't see that before, though. That day, when I caught you in his arms, I was so afraid that you may have found someone that finally was good enough for you in Prince that I just left, because I was so mad at myself for being a loser. I used my trust issues as an excuse, because what was really wrong was me. I'm so insecure about my looks, and the fact that I don't have any self-confidence that I just gave up and left you with someone who deserved you."

The perfection before my eyes took another deep breath, and pulled me closer to him before going on with his speech.

"Now I'm not ready to let you go again, because I understood that you belonged with me, and I belong with you. That's the way it is, and nothing's gonna change this," he declared in this soft voice of his before lettting go of my hands.

Utterly confused, I watched him take a step back from me, and noticed a slight smirk appearing on Michael's face that he quickly got rid off to pull a serious façade on. He cleared his throat and brushed his right hand on his jeans before holding it out to me.

"Let's take things back to the start," he declared, giving me a toothless smile. "Hi, I'm Michael Jackson."

"I know who you are, silly," I giggled a little, slightly sniffing the joyful tears back. "Anyways, I'm June Wellington," I played along with his little game, "very nice to meet you, Mr. Jackson."

"The pleasure is all mine," he smirked, before kissing the top of my hand. "So um, I heard your man's been a real idiot with you?"

"You heard right, but you know, you must learn to move on and start again with a clean slate," I shrugged, trying to hide the smirk that threatened to appear on my face.

"Do you still love him? Because I'm sure he wants you to know that, from the bottom of m– his heart, he's truly, and really sorry for what he's put you through. An –And I know that, telling you how sorry he is over and over again won't make you –"

As Michael started babbling again, I just pulled him towards me by the collar of his shirt, and pressed my lips delicately on his.

And here it was.

Here is this feeling.

The butterflies.

The fireworks.

The love. 

I couldn't get enough of him and his intoxicating kisses. Even with the gretaest will in the world, I wouldn't have been able to pull away from him, because I needed that. I waited days to be able to kiss him again this way, and the rush of adrenaline I could feel within me was there to prove it. It was like the first time kissing him. It was like I was falling in love with him all over again while I never stopped loving him, even in our darkest times.

From this particular moment, I knew that things were going to be just fine between us. We were taking a brand new start together, and our future was bright. We both didn't want to live this kind of stuff again, and we wouldn't let bad things happen to us and we wouldn't let anyone break us appart again.

From the slow, tender and gentle way Michael was kissing me, I knew he was telling me he loved me, and by the way his arms were tightly wrapped around my waist, I knew he didn't want to let go of me anytime near soon.

When you love someone, you don't need words, you just need to know the person enough to understand what they're thinking without speaking. Their body language, the way they look at you... Those are the things that don't lie.

Michael and I shared moments like these in the past, but this time, things were different. It was like it was finally the calm before the storm. I was feeling at peace in my mind knowing that I did the right choice by giving Michael another chance, and my body felt at home thanks to Michael's touch.

I was utterly and completely happy at this very moment.

"I missed you," I breathed an inch away from Michael's mouth as I rested my forehead on his, "I love you so much."

Michael gave me one of his breathtaking smiles, and tightened his grip on my hips to lift me of the ground, spinning me around a little. I let out a heartfelt squeal, a tear of joy falling down my cheek, and pulled up my dress to wrap my legs around Michael's thin waist, as my arms were around his neck. His hands found home on the small of my back as I was kissing his face repetidely.

"I love you even more, babygirl," he assured me, his lips finding their way back to mine. "Always have, always will," he added in a whisper before leading us to the bed.

While I was still in the comfort of his strong arms, my lips sealed with his, he gently and skillfully unzipped the back of my dress, while I took care of the buttons of his button-up green shirt.

In a soft move, he laid me on the bed, and got rid of my dress by sliding it all the way to my ankles before throwing it on the floor of the hotel room.

It's like I was discovering him for the first time, and all of my senses seemed to be heightened. When I ran my fingers through Michael's curls, it felt like the softest silk flowing between my fingers, and the sound of his little moans were like the most beautiful melody to my ears.

As I pulled him closer to my half naked body, I could hear the heavy beat of his heart echoing with mine, as the pleasure to have each other close again was overwhelming.

With a smoothness only Michael could demonstrate, he took off the rest of fabric I had left on my body, namely my underwears. In a more awkward manner, I helped him removing his shirt completely from his lean body, and threw it across the room carelessly. By the lack of place in his briefs, I knew Michael was ready as I was to seal our brand new start with a mind-blowing love making session. I looked up in his eyes, and caressed his flawless face with a genuine smile on my lips, before leaning in to give him a passionate tongue-laced kiss.

His hands roamed my completely naked body, as I helped him get rid of his underwears.

"You're the most beautiful woman on Earth," he huskily yet soflty murmured while trailing little kisses on my neck and collarbone.

I just smiled, enjoying his love treatment. When he stopped for a few seconds, I knew what it meant: I was about to get on the road to reach cloud nine.

He thursted once, cautiously, like he was afraid to hurt me, but I assured him he could keep going. He thrusted again, this time with more confidence, and in a matter of barely a couple of minutes, I was in pure ecstasy, enjoying every inch of him in me. 

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Sooooooo, now for those who insulted me in their heads, I'm waiting for your apologizes! Haha I'm joking, I'm the one who should apologize for scarying the hell out of you like I did so... Sorry guysssss, but ily! 
PS: since we can put some pics in there now, I tried to. What do you think? Should I continue or nah? Do you think it's better this way, or without any gif?