God, that man there...he has too much control over me.

I walk over to Miranda and sighs while sighing the chart, "Why did you give me that patient?" She shrugs, "He wanted to see you, by the way, he's such a good kisser." I raise an eyebrow, a bit jealous , "You two kissed?" She nods while sighing, "He didn't engage it...I did. But he didn't kiss me back or anything he just stood there. It was so awkward."

In the back of my head, I was smiling to myself. Kinda of happy that Michael didn't engage. I guess he wasn't feeling her. I wonder if that made me a bad friend for thinking that.

I frown at her as I set the chart board on the rack before erasing my name on the whiteboard.

"Who said you could make a move on Michael?"

Her eyebrow raised, "Why does it matter? He's hot and single. You're taken." I growl, "Because he's my ex and it's rude to not even tell me you like him before coming over there kissing him!" She gasps, "You're still in love with him!" My cheeks flush a bright red while waving my hand at her nonchalantly, "I'm not doing this with you, okay?" I walk off before we start a scene in the ER.

Me? In love with Michael? That ship has sailed. I liked where things were going with Paul. At least we had more things in common. I saw him everyday at work. He's not famous or anything that could make our relationship complicated.

The hours passed by as my shift was almost over. I walked to the lounge, putting my lab coat up and grabbing my purse as I bump into Paul. His cold, ocean blue eyes stared at me as he greets me with a kiss. My hands immediately cupped his face as he speaks, "Hey princess, done your shift?" I nod as he whispers, "I'll be done in a couple more hours, and I'll be over at your place later, okay?" I peck his lips again as his arms wrap around my waist.

"Hathaway, you know you're too good to be true?"

I giggle softly while he smiles. Our foreheads were resting against one another as I breathe slowly. Something was wrong.

Paul was great and all, but he wasn't Michael. He didn't give me butterflies the way Michael did. He didn't make corny jokes like Michael. He didn't even hold me in his arms as protectively as Michael did.

I release myself from his grasp, "Have fun at work." His eyes roll as I walk out the lounge. For once, I was happy to be leaving the ER. Normally, I would sleep in one of the empty beds and wake up into my next shift. As I walk out the exit, I saw Michael sitting in the car, waiting for me. The cool autumn breeze blew as I open the passenger door and sit in the car.

He was snuggled in his red sweater as the warm heater blew in the car. It's was the first time I felt the heat on. Normally, Michael was a vampire. He loved to have a cold car. He turns to me, "Hey." I gave him a small smile, "Hey, we need to talk. My place." He shifts the car to drive and drives to my house. I tell him to park and walks him to the front door, opening it.

My Nana was sitting in her rocking chair in the living room and her eyes widen when she sees me with Michael. I shake her head before she starts her tantrum, "He's fine." She scowls at him as I walk him to the kitchen.

"Sit."

He sits on the barstool that was adjacent to the island countertop as I clear my voice, trying not to focus on how good looking he was.

"You has no right to come to my hospital and bother me then want to seduce me like everything is fine and dandy between us."

He begins to open his mouth to speak and I shake my head.

"We can't be doing this, Michael. I love you and I miss you. And I want you in my life, but just as friends okay?"

His fingers was interlocked together as he begins to speak.

"I can't be friends with you, Marina. I'm too in love with you for that. And yes, I made the careless mistake to let you go for what I said. I was a wuss, and I didn't do what was best for us, nevertheless, I was someone I wasn't. I never want to yell at you again, or hurt you with my words and actions. The moment you left me, Marina...it felt like a dozen of knives stabbing my heart and when you never came back, I knew I fucked up big time. But, I'm happy to see you happy with someone else, even if it's not me."

Michael's voice was cracking as he spoke. I never heard him swear in my life though. He was like a wounded little puppy that felt so much guilt for his actions. I could tell he was genuinely sorry, but what took him so long to tell me this. He knew how deeply I felt about him, it was a stupid fight.

"Michael...I was wrong for this fight though. I was trying to push you away from your family. I'm really sorry for that. It wasn't right. I hope you are still going on tour."

He nods as I lean over to him, "Good." His eyes were on mine then my lips, staring at them quietly. Our sexual tension was so thick that anyone could cut it with a knife. He blinks slowly as I whisper, "See something you like?" He nods once more as his lips were on mine, hungrily devouring them. I moan quietly as he gets up from the barstool and lifts me on the countertop.

"Mm, I heard that you and Miranda was kissing."

He chuckles, "She kissed me. I didn't want to, it was so awkward. Her lips were like a duck." I giggle as I play with the collar of his shirt, "You are so mean." He laughs while making duck noises mixed with kissing sounds as I slap his arm.

"Such a bully!"
"Am not!"
"Am too!"
"Am not!"
"Am too!"

Michael interrupts the argument with a hot, steamy kiss as I wrap my arms around his neck. God knows how much I miss this. His tongue was in my mouth as it swirled against my tongue, trying to claim dominance. His hands were all over my body, feeling every inch of it as I wrap my legs around his waist.

I wanted him. I needed him touching me sensually while making hot love to me. I wanted him to fill me with his unconditional love and pleasure. To feel our hips move rhythmical as we try to achieve each other's high. To hear his falsetto moans echoing in the room as he enjoyed the feeling of making love to me. I wanted to experience pure bliss and heaven all over again with him. He was intoxicatingly perfect for me, down to his cheerful, goofy personality to his handsome looks. He was the one for me.

I can't believe I was falling in love with Michael Joe Jackson again.

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Oh my. The tables have turned once more.
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