Michael's Point Of View ~

I flutter my eyes open from the early morning sun shining through my bedroom curtains. I'm lying on my back with the bed sheet covering my privates and legs, upper body exposed. I feel light weight on me causing me to look to my left and see Olivia . . sleeping peacefully next to me. Her arm draped over my naked chest. I can't help but to just look at her in this moment. Her brown locks sitting on the pillow next to her, long beautiful eyelashes flicker slightly as well as her fingers twitching every now and then from her dreams. Her head turned to her left, facing me as her head is cushioned on the soft pillow right above my shoulder. I must look like the biggest creep right now. But I can't help it. I can't just stop feeling what I'm feeling. I have felt this way about Olivia for 10 whole years and I can't just shut them down. 

I don't mean to but I love her. I'm in love with her. I'm absolutely crazy about her. 

But I guess I'm just going to take it day by day with this situation . . telling her, I mean. Just taking my time. I don't want to just go ahead and ruin this moment because there's no place quite like being here with her . . there's no better time than now to live in. With my beautiful girl, sleeping next to me. After we got back home after sneaking away, we made love all night. We finally fell asleep after our love excursion, exhausted. It's those experiences with Olivia that are  the most precious I would say. Having her all to myself in such a passionate setting - getting to hold her, kiss her and just have her in the most beautiful way possible. It's everything to me. Even though I know that she's only having fun and this whole thing with us sleeping together is only casual. I know that because she told me that.

 That hurts me . . it does. 

But I'm happy to be let into her heart and soul like I have been. Getting as close as I can to her even though she most likely see's me as a friend. Even those she's not mine, not that way. 

I bring my hand up, running my fingertips along her arm that's lying over my chest. Moving my head up a little to plant a soft kiss on her forehead. Her eyes flutter open. A tired smile spreading on those full lips of hers. The sight of her green eyes make's me smile wide on the sight of them. She closes her eyes once again, shifting herself closer to me on the feeling of the early morning chill on her naked back. She's lying on her stomach, the bed sheet covering her cute little butt. Her small boobs resting gently on the bed cover underneath her. I image holding them in my aching hands as she's on top of me. The thought alone is making my heart race. 

God. 

Thinking of her in the most passionate, beautiful of ways. Always. 

"Morning baby . . how did you sleep? . . " I ask her softly. 

She giggles a little. Her face now resting on my shoulder. Her lips scattering kisses there. 

"I slept good, thank you baby. How about you, Michael?" She asks me gently. 

"Me too, thanks Liv . .  " I tell her. 

My fingertips still running over her arm. She giggles again. "Michael . . that tickles" Her tired voice sounding so cute. I smile. She's such a sweet girl. 

"Hey, you never told me . . how was your girls night out, the other night? . . " I ask her. 

She lifts her head to look at me. Not seeming to excited about it. I'm guessing it was dull for her. If she's excited about anything, her whole face would light up instantly at the mention of it. It's a shame though, I really wanted her to enjoy herself. Have real, honest fun just to get her mind off certain things. A certain person. And just the idea of him just living his life while my baby is heart broken from what he did. 

Disgusting. 

I got her though. I've been waiting for a long time, for someone to come into my life and allow my heart to just fall for. Olivia has done that  . . and yet she no idea that she has. 

"Hmm . . it was okay. Kinda got over it after awhile . . " She tells me, she continues. 

" . . how was your mother, Michael? . . you went to visit her, didn't you? . . " 

I laugh. Knowing how much my mother loves Olivia. "Yes I did . . " She sends her love to you, my dear and she really wants to see you, of course . . " Olivia just nods, used to it. 

"I wanna visit her really soon too, when I'm less stressed with work . . and other things on my mind . . " She says the last part under her breath.

I pause. Knowing what other things she's talking about. Why can't she just forget about Eric. He didn't treat her right. He never did, actually. He lied and cheated on her and it just makes my blood boil on the thought. Olivia knows how I feel - I hate Eric. It's no secret. I really dislike him. It's so frustrated for me. Seeing the girl I'm in love with, love someone like that, to cry after they hurt you time and time again and yet, still love that person so much. I guess she just really loves him. But I just don't understand. 

. . could she ever love me that way? 

"You know, Olivia . if you still need to talk to me about anything. You know I'm always here . . " 

She just nods. "I know, Michael and I'm so thankful to you for that . . " 

My eyes locking onto hers. The green in her eyes looking spectacular from the shine of the sun, behind her. It just beams off her. She looks like an angel. 

"Your welcome, baby. Well, I do just want nothing but the best for you . . " 

She removes her arm from my naked chest. Sitting up on her elbows. 

"I'm never, ever going away Olivia. I just want you to know that . . "

Olivia's Point Of View ~ 

I notice something on Michael's cheek. Is that . . is that a tear? . . 

Is Michael crying?

"Michael. you okay, why are you crying? . . "

He wipes it away quickly. Letting out a light chuckle. Well, if something is bothering him than I want him to tell me what it is. He's been so amazing and supportive to me about the whole Eric thing and now I wanna be there for him. By the looks of it, he really needs someone to talk to about something that's effecting him in ways that make him upset. I look at him. He's so shy now, he's not really saying much. I don't know if it's just me but . . he seems nervous. Oh no, I hope he's okay. I'm his friend and I want to be here for him. Because I really do care a lot about him.

"Michael, you're upset, please tell me why . . " He's still speechless. My mind is going crazy right now. 

Is everything okay at his work . . is his family okay - his mother? It's leaving me really concerned. 

"It's nothing Olivia. I just . . have a lot on my mind, that's all . . " He tells me. 

Oh, please Michael. 

I'm not buying that. I say that all the time when really, the truth is - I have nothing but one thought on my mind and it's constantly there. I know that thought never leaves until I tell someone what it is.

"Michael . . I'm here for you . . tell me . . " 

I sit up. Placing my hand to rest on Michael's as it sits on his stomach. He's looking at me. I guess, he's trying to find the right words for whatever may be going on. Whatever is going on must be really bothering him. The poor thing . . why didn't he tell me earlier? I hope he doesn't think I'm a bad friend. I didn't know. 

"Okay . . well there's this . . girl . . " He begins to say, his words slow though. 

Awww. 

My once worried face disappears instantly. It would seem that Michael's concern is about a girl? He's in love by the sounds of it. This is so cute. I was always wondering if he was involved or seeing anyone else. Yes, Michael and I are sleeping together, but like I said - it's just fun, only casual. That's it. Well this is very exciting. Michael is falling in love with this mystery girl and falling hard too it seems. He sounds to be pretty taken by her, actually . I wonder if Michael has spoken to this girl. If she somehow knows about Michael's feeling's towards her. Or if she knows about Michael and I. Ooh, that topic would be interesting. But I know that if Michael really loves this girl, he wouldn't go that far in details about our well . . friends with benefits kinda situation. 

"So who is this girl, Michael? . . " I ask him enthusiasm is just beaming off me. 

 "She sounds pretty special to you . . " He just shrugs his shoulders. Casually moving a strand of hair behind my ear and looking straight into my eyes. 

" . . well, she's beautiful . . and fun and . . has a special place in my heart . . " He says very sweetly. 

I smile. The way Michael describes this girl is very cute. He seems to light up when he talks about her. 

"Why don't you tell her how you feel?". He looks at me. His expression is straight and very unreadable. I wonder what he's thinking right now. I know that Michael really struggles with expressing how he really feels about something . . or someone. So I understand why Michael hasn't said anything at all yet to this girl about how he feels her. 

" . . She's in love with someone else . . " Michael says, his voice sounds sad. 

" Oh Michael, I am so sorry. If you could tell her - what would you say to her? . . " I ask him. 

He suddenly sits up, grabbing me gently by the shoulders and turning us over. Michael now on top of me . . hovering over me. The palm of his hands are placed on either side of my head. His stare is deep. It's different somehow. Maybe he's just imagining that I'm this girl that he loves so much. He lowers his face so that it's just inches from mine. His lips grazing mine. 

"I would tell her that I'm in love with her . . 

. . and that I want her to be with me" 

to be continued.