When Lisa opened her eyes the next morning, the sun was already high in the sky and the storm of the night before had vanished, swept away by the cold breeze coming from the ocean. Just like hers and Michael’s sorta-kinda fight before passion took over. Well… to be honest, he hadn’t exactly fought. He had merely tried to defend himself from her prodding, doing his best to block her, attack after attack, question after question.
Very unexpectedly and in a way that reminded Lisa of their old arguments, their quarrel had turned into a long night of heart-shattering, intense, passionate lovemaking and heartfelt revelations. She knew very well that not all that needed to be said had been said, but them spending the night together and beginning to clear the fog sure was a great start in what looked like the right direction. A new life.
She lifted her head from the pillow and raked her fingers through her hair, noticing that Michael wasn’t in bed with her. For a split second, she almost froze and panicked. Had she finally lost her mind, and she had dreamed it all? It didn’t matter how real it felt?
Then she smelled his scent in the sheets, and something clicked into her head. She smiled to herself and, right on cue, he walked into the room holding two cups of coffee. He seemed in a great mood and was even whistling softly to himself.
He looked well-rested and his hair was a beautiful mess. He had put on his pants and his crumpled white shirt from the night before, still unbuttoned on his bare chest. He was gorgeous and Lisa’s smile got even wilder.
“Good morning, Princess…” He studied her expression and grinned. “Whatcha smilin’ at?”
She sighed and sat up, resting her back against the pillows. It all still felt unreal somehow. Yeah. She was going to need time to get used to this – to him – again. To this guy that didn’t look that much like the man she used to know and yet was. And there was nothing that she wanted more than time. Time with Michael.
“Nothing. I was just watching you. And admiring your… ah, outfit. Babe, you need a change of clothes…”
“I know, right?” His grin turned into a full-on, blinding smile as he sat on the bed and handed her a cup. “You messed me all up. Just like in the old days.”
“Indeed… Besides, I think I just realized how I managed to blow your cover.”
“Really? Ain’t that interesting…” He raised an eyebrow and took a sip of coffee. “Tell me… I’m all ears… How did you manage to blow my cover? Since you would be the first one and all…”
“It’s the way you smell…” Lisa kept the warm cup in her hands, savoring the feeling. She looked at him, half her face hidden, her eyes shining above the rim of the cup. “The scent of your skin… I think that’s how I knew… subconsciously. My senses told me it was you, Mike.”
“Well… they say smell triggers vivid memories and emotions, so… It kinda makes sense…” He cocked his head to a side and reached out, pushing a strand of her hair behind her ear and then lingering there for a second, just stroking her cheek with the back of his hand. “But I knew you knew… I knew you felt me… It scared me to death, but I couldn’t pull away. You see so much of me… Always have… I knew I wouldn’t be able to hide forever. No matter how safe I feel with everyone else.”
“Well, I am not everyone else. You burned the scent of your skin in my memory since the first time we made love. It’s something so unique, something I know so well… I think it’s become part of my DNA at this point.” Without breaking eye contact, she sipped her coffee.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah…”
“It’s pointless then that I’ve even changed my cologne…”
“Totally pointless…” She placed the cup on the nightstand and crawled toward him, slowly, the sheets slipping away and revealing her naked body, her hair cascading on her back and shoulders.
He was about to take another sip of coffee but stopped right then and there. He stood still, the cup still brushing his lips.
“Girl…” His voice sounded like a mischievous, husky warning. Mike was playing. “You got a starved man here. Careful what you do…”
“Still starved? I’ll be damned… I thought I had worked you over good.”
“Uh-uhm. Maybe, maybe not. Think you can do something ’bout that?”
Still grinning, Lisa sat astride him, placing one hand on his shoulder while her other hand moved the cup away from his face. She leaned in and gently kissed his mouth, her tongue caressing and probing.
Parting his lips, he welcomed the sweet touch of her kiss and, just like that, felt something grow in between his legs. Of course. How unsurprising…
“Good morning…”
Another couple of slow, deep kisses.
“It is a perfect morning, indeed…” His hand came up and brushed her hair back. “The best I’ve had in years… You have no idea…”
He let his other hand run across the toned skin of her naked back and finally rest on her ass, pulling her down on him.
“You feel OK?”
Her kisses moved down, on his neck, her tongue feeling his pulse, drawing lazy circles on his skin. He sighed and that something that never failed to amaze her grew even more, forcing her to undulate in his lap.
“Yeah… I’m more than OK… And also… Sore and stiff thanks to you, Michael…” She sucked on his neck and moaned. “…God… You taste so good, baby…”
He closed his eyes and smiled, enjoying the warm feeling of her lips on his skin, of her hands on his back.
“You know what? I feel a bit stiff, too… I guess we’ll have to remember we’re not thirty-something anymore.”
“Maybe on paper…” He could feel her smile in between kisses. “…But right now, I feel like a teenager all over again …All butterflies in my stomach and shit.”
Her full and beautiful lips left a hot trail from his neck to his earlobe and nipped at it gently.
“You’re also strangely tame and sweet… I’m surprised.”
His voice sounded breathless and a bit strained, but still controlled. However, judging by the racing of his heart and the goosebumps decorating his skin, he was not as cool as he wanted to look. And certainly he was stiff in all the right places.
“Well…” Lisa moved to the other side of his neck and resumed the kissing. “Your memory doesn’t serve you right, then… I’ve always been nothing but tame and sweet with you.”
“Yeah… My ass!”
This time he chuckled.
“That, too. Your ass still looks mighty fine, by the way…” She couldn’t do anything but chuckle herself, and finally pulled back, staring at him lovingly. “Gosh. I have become silly. We both have… It all feels like a dream. I know it’s not, but I still have to get used to it. And this… Just being like this with you…”
Her voice had turned serious and soft all of a sudden.
“Yeah… I know.” Michael watched her intensely. “…It’s perfect. This moment right here…”
For a second, they felt as if they had never skipped a beat. But the truth was that almost ten years had passed since they had last been together intimately. And so much had happened in the meantime.
Behind the playful and light attitude – a more than understandable consequence of their passionate night and the high of being back into each other’s arms – they both knew that this entire situation had to be assessed carefully. Things were not as easy as they looked. They were in their little bubble now, but it would not be like that forever. Sooner or later, Michael and Lisa would have to face the real world. And that meant that they had to strategize what they were going to do next. Unless, of course, their being together had been nothing more than a one night stand. Which was far from the truth.
She took a deep, cleansing breath and opened her mouth to speak and, right then, her cell phone rang. Michael’s eyes closed for a moment, welcoming the unexpected truce.
He stood up and walked over to the hall, wincing a little as he tried to reign over the sudden tent in his pants.
“Hey… I’m gonna go get your phone, ‘kay?”
God… He was so sweet. He looked like he had become even gentler than he was. Lisa exhaled a long sigh when he disappeared from her sight. This was a mess. An incredible, blissful, miraculous chaos.
“There ya go.” Walking back into the bedroom, Michael handed her the phone.
Lisa took it and noticed the caller ID.
“Fuck!” She exclaimed before tapping the green icon on the screen. “Good morning, Lish!”
“Want me to leave?” He mouthed silently, pointing at the door. Frowning, Lisa shook her head and grabbed his hand instead, kissing the back of it. His heart took a leap in her direction and he sat back down on the bed.
“Hey, girlfriend… No, don’t you worry about that… You didn’t wake me up at all… Yeah, I’m good…” Lisa listened, then laughed at something Alecia said. However, her eyes never left Michael’s and she entwined her fingers with his. “…It went… pretty good, yeah.”
“So, did you find out if he’s Michael or not?”
Michael heard Lish’s voice. It suddenly came back to him that Lisa and Pink were good friends and remembered that Alecia wasn’t exactly the quiet type. His brow furrowed and Lisa bit her lip, hesitantly.
“Not yet… We… ah, just had a nice dinner and that was pretty much it. We drove back home and said goodnight.”
“And did you kiss him?” Lish’s conspiring tone and her straightforward question didn’t elude Michael’s excellent hearing.
“Uh… Yeah, I did, actually…”
“Amazing! How was it? Is the guy a good kisser? As good as Michael?”
“He’s OK…” Lisa replied casually, and Michael made a face, raising his eyebrows. She stifled a chuckle and rolled her eyes at him.
“Well – Lise, you know what? Now that you’ve reached first base, I think you should go for the third… I mean, skip the second, who cares. We’re grown-ups. Or… wait, even better! You could just go for the full home run and then tell me all about it… You know me, I’m a sucker for these things. And I wanna know all the details, ’cause from what you said to me, this Ethan guy sure sounds like a DILF.”
Lisa laughed.
“Yeah, he kinda is fuckable. Look, Lish, I was going to take a shower. I’m gonna call you back later so we can talk some more, OK?”
“Sure, go take that shower. Cleanse yourself of the impure thoughts I’m sure you’re having right now. I’ll be waiting…”
“Yeah, you do that.” Lisa laughed. “Bye, Lish.”
She hung up and looked at Michael.
“So… my kisses were ‘OK,’ uh?”
His face was serious, but his eyes hid a playful glint.
“Yeah, well… you do seem still a bit rusty… We’ll need to practice, and practice, and practice… You are a perfectionist and all, remember?”
She tossed the phone on the bed and grabbed his head, pulling him into her for a hot, open-mouthed kiss. Her head started to spin right away, and it got even worse when she felt his hands reach over and grab her firmly by the waist.
“I sure am. And I agree. We’ll need to practice the entire… performance… again… You and I… Just to make sure we nail it.” He spoke as he kissed the corners of her mouth, jawline, neck, throat, shoulders, collarbone. “…The kissing… the touching… the fucking…”
With extreme effort, Lisa pulled back, a choked laugh escaping her throat.
“Wait a second… Nobody’s doing the fucking now. I really need a shower.” She pressed her palm on his chest, keeping him at arm’s length. “And then I wanna go out… with you. If you want.”
“I don’t know. If you let me take that shower with you, then maybe I might consider your offer…”
“Go ahead then, court jester… You’re now officially in charge of warming up the bathroom.”
He kissed her quickly on the lips and got up, strolling over to the bathroom.
“Yes, my queen.”
Once again, Lisa’s soul filled with storms of colored butterflies. Who was this man? He was the guy she had fallen in love with, a lifetime ago. And yet it was almost as if Michael had also become so much else.
They drove to town together later that day. Lisa felt a bit anxious, now that she knew the truth about him. On the other hand, Michael seemed calm and relaxed and intertwined his fingers with hers as they strolled on the footpath like any other ordinary couple. People passed by without even glancing at them and, after a while, Lisa started to enjoy a condition that she had never experienced before. Not with him, anyway.
The day was cold and clear, very sunny, and he wore his usual photochromic glasses and newsboy hat. He had fully slipped back into his Ethan Murphy mode, at least appearance-wise. Even when he talked to her around other people, his voice automatically took that low, slow pitch that was typical Ethan. Lisa was amazed at his ability to interpret that role flawlessly, even though the way he looked at her from behind his lenses was all Michael.
At the same time, she wasn’t exactly surprised. She knew that Michael had had plenty of time to perfect his role. She also knew how disciplined and strict he could be when it came to performances. He had always expected nothing but perfection from himself, and this role wasn’t any different. In Lisa’s opinion, the idea of this being a critical performance was the only way Michael could accept to live his life the way he was had been living it for the past seven years. That and, possibly, fear. Fear of someone whose identity and motivations she didn’t know – and possibly would never know.
In 2005, during what she had described to Oprah as their last “coherent” conversation, Michael not only had told her that he was sure someone wanted to kill him, but he had also named the names of those he believed were involved in what he called “the conspiracy.” Lisa didn’t know for sure if those people were the same who had indeed tried to kill him. Tried and almost succeeded. Her throat closed suddenly and, out of pure reflex, she grasped his shoulder, her hand closing in a fist on the fabric of his coat.
He stopped mid-step and turned to look at her. Their fingers were still intertwined, and she was holding his hand so tight that he flinched. He stared at her, and his eyes widened behind the lenses of his glasses.
“Lisa… Lise…” He let go of her hand and grabbed her by the shoulders. “What’s going on? Are you OK?”
She was pale and, despite the cold, he could see a thin veil of sweat glistening on her forehead. He glanced around and saw a bench close by, under a tree.
“Let’s go… let’s just sit down for a minute… Come on, baby… Come with me…”
Wrapping his arm around her waist protectively, he held her and guided her to the bench. Still shaking, Lisa sat on the cold wooden surface, and he kneeled in front of her, his gloved hands immediately resting on her knees. His touch warm and comforting.
“What’s going on?” He swallowed. “Baby girl… You feel faint? Talk to me.”
Her breath was shallow and shaky, her eyes huge. She opened her mouth to speak but couldn’t and he glanced around again.
“I think you need some sugar… Wait, I’mma get you a juice or something…”
Lisa’s hand darted out and grabbed the lapel of his coat. She held onto it and shook her head. Her eyes conveyed the silent message.
No. Stay. Please, don’t leave me.
“Lise, baby… I ain’t going anywhere. I’ll be right back, I promise. It’ll only take a minute -”
Her grip intensified, and she pulled him closer to her. Michael stared at her so intently that he forgot to blink, panic rising from the depths of his soul. Suddenly, he realized what was going on.
Inhaling deeply and slowly, he took her hand and brought it up to his lips, kissing it.
“I am here,” he said, his voice controlled and gentle. “I am here, and I am OK. Everything’s fine. Let’s just take a couple of minutes to relax, OK?”
Lisa’s breath was still ragged as she kept staring at him. Her eyes were full of fear. Seeing her in such a state was heartbreaking for him, but he held eye contact, then motioned to take off his glasses because he wanted her to fully see his face. A flash of panic stormed in Lisa’s eyes, and they welled up. She reached out and grabbed his hand, stopping him mid-track. Again, she shook her head, and he relented.
He got it. This was some acute panic attack and, having suffered from severe anxiety for a long time himself, he knew how to react.
“Lisa Marie. If something makes you uncomfortable here, we don’t have to stay. We can go. OK? We are in no way obligated to stay here.”
Nothing. No reaction at all. Nor good or bad.
“I swear to you, baby girl, there’s nothing to be afraid of. We’re safe here. I am completely safe, and I’m here to help you through this. It’ll be over soon, I promise. Just breathe in, and breathe out.”
She exhaled painfully and winced, her eyes shiny.
Michael licked his lips and stroked her hair.
“Do you remember our first kiss?” Engaging someone having a panic attack in a conversation was a good way to distract them from the rumbling inferno they felt they were plunging into. “At Neverland, that night… on the couch. Remember? In front of the fireplace…”
Lisa blinked and let out another shaky breath. What a good girl.
“Do you remember how special it was? Have I ever told you that I was literally scared shitless?”
She shook her head, her eyes softening, her breath still uneven but less erratic.
He grinned.
“Yeah, I know… Hard to believe, right? I talked a big game but, at that moment, I was so worried you would reject me.”
“Reject you?” Her voice sounded very small.
“Yeah… I was not one-hundred percent sure you liked me or that you wanted me that way. I mean… I had a feeling you did, but you know me… You know how insecure I can be.” His eyes were soulful, very soft. He regretted not having the chance to remove his glasses and show himself without any barrier. He wanted her to see his eyes. He wanted her to know that he meant what he said. “And I didn’t want to disappoint you or scare you away… even less disgust you. So… I poured all my soul into that kiss.”
“I know…” Lisa swallowed, her voice clearer now, her breath finally calmer. “I felt it. And I was already falling in love with you… Just so you know. You already had me, and you could never disgust me… You’re so gorgeous.”
The tension in his muscles released and he took her into his arms. She hid her face in the crook of his neck, and he stayed like that until her breathing, finally, slowed down. Then he sat down on the bench, too, by her side, his leg brushing against hers.
“Feel a bit better now?”
He kept his arm wrapped around her shoulders and pulled her closer, against his chest. All the while, very casually, he crossed his legs and pushed his hat lower on his forehead.
“Yes… Thank you…” Her hand slid into his coat, her palm resting on his beating heart. Her grip on sanity. “I am so sorry. I don’t know what got into me. I just… I couldn’t control it.”
“It’s OK. It’s over, now.”
Despite his calm tone, Michael was overwhelmed by a sudden, intense feeling of sadness. What had happened to his girl? He had been trying to reassure her as best as he could, but he could tell how gun-shy she had become. She was scared and worried for him – worried that someone might be looking for him, worried about him being at risk. Afraid that her mere presence by his side could put him at risk.
Lisa hadn’t said anything out loud, but he was absolutely sure those were the exact thoughts that ran through her mind. That, and almost certainly the shock of discovering that he was alive. It hadn’t even been twenty-four hours yet. He had to remember that, for better or worse, he had trained himself to become who he was now. He was used to this. She was not.
Michael hoped and prayed that Lisa would find some peace in the new reality of things, and soon. He couldn’t bear the idea of causing any more pain to the people he loved and who were still in his life. And only very few of them remained. He had lost so many people along the way. It had been inevitable.
When he was absolutely sure that Lisa was feeling better, he turned his body fully and stared at her.
“Lise… Now, baby, I need you to do something for me. I need you to look at me.” His tone was gentle but firm, and she complied almost immediately. “I need you to believe me when I say that I’m completely safe here. I am not in danger, and nothing’s gonna happen to me. I swear to you, I know what I’m doing.”
She didn’t seem convinced. Frustrated, he glanced over at a young woman walking by.
“I’m sorry… Ma’am!”
The woman turned and watched him, cocking her head to a side.
“Yes?”
Michael stood up and walked over to her and, out of the corner of his eye, noticed Lisa’s entire body stiffen. He extracted his smartphone from his pocket, fiddled with it for a moment and then handed it to the girl.
“I’m so sorry to bother you, but… Could you please take a picture of my wife and me? We’re not good at this, ah… selfie thing…” Charming and polite, he grinned and tilted his head in Lisa’s direction.
The woman smiled broadly and took the phone from Michael’s hand.
“Oh… sure, absolutely. No problem!”
He walked back to Lisa and sat next to her, placing his arm around her shoulders and pulling her closer.
The camera flashed, and the woman smiled again.
“Alright! All done.”
He stood up and strolled over to her.
“Was it good?”
“It was perfect.” The woman handed him his phone. “You guys are such a beautiful couple.”
“Oh, thank you so much. You’re so kind. Have a nice day!”
The girl waved at them and then walked away.
Sighing, Michael sat down again and gently placed the phone in Lisa’s lap.
“See? I’m safe. We are safe. And now…” He leaned over and kissed her softly on the cheek. “…We also have a more recent picture of the two of us together. I hope it’s the first one of a very long series.”
Lisa couldn’t help but smile, faintly but sincerely.
Panting, Lisa kept her eyes fixed on the wall’s white surface, in the dimly lit room. She winced and let out a moan, feeling Michael thrust deeply inside of her from behind, again and again, all the while nibbling at her shoulder and kissing the nape of her neck. His scorching hot breath was burning her skin. She grabbed the headboard with one hand and held tight, pushing back, responding to his passionate assault, loving his invasion. Her other hand blindly reached back and her fingers clasped in his sweaty hair. She pulled his head closer and heard him sigh into her ear.
“Shit…” Lisa closed her eyes, feeling him move and reach spots inside of her that she didn’t even remember having. “You’re fucking killing me…”
“No…” Michael’s voice sounded hoarse and husky. “You are killing me, girl…”
He kept sliding into her, his hand reaching around and caressing her center, loving the feeling of her bare skin, so soft and smooth. His touch made Lisa’s hips jerk forward.
“Fuck!” Letting out a loud moan, she felt her legs shake and realized that she was getting close to her umpteenth orgasm. At this point, she had lost count.
The moment they had stepped into his home after their walk downtown, she had been all over him, the need of feeling him physically and emotionally suddenly unbearable. He felt the same way and, after picking her up effortlessly, he had started kissing her like a madman as he strode over to his bedroom.
This time, their lovemaking hadn’t been sweet or slow. In fact, it looked like someone had turned back time, and they were somewhere around the world, in their hotel suite, after one of Michael’s shows, releasing all the pent-up energy and arousal they had experienced in the previous hours. Lisa still remembered those nights. She remembered how she would always feel while she watched him dance and sing onstage. She would observe him from backstage and experience such a wide range of emotions that made her feel almost like a deranged lunatic. Love, passion, sexual desire, pride, worry, longing, excitement, wonder.
She also remembered how he would fuck her senseless afterward until she would lose her voice from cursing and screaming his name again and again. Loving Michael meant just that. It felt like being trapped on a carousel of feelings that were sometimes in perfect harmony and, some other times, in complete contrast with one another.
During those tumultuous years, Lisa would also notice how her presence backstage seemed to trigger something inside of him. On those nights, even his performances seemed affected by the fact that she was there, watching him. He always looked as if he was showing off, doing his best not only to please the audience but his woman too. His woman, especially.
As if he wanted to make an impression when really, he didn’t need to. He already had her. He had all of her. Her body was his, her soul and heart were his. And yet the consummate artist, the best performer in the world, sometimes was dancing and singing for one person and nobody else.
When Michael had told her, Lisa had felt high, inebriated. Powerful and so, so in love with him.
The same thing seemed to be happening now. The way Michael moved was different from the previous night – when everything had been passionate and yet tentative, when both of them had felt the need to rediscover each other’s body more than anything else.
Apparently, their bodies had found all the answers they needed because, this time, they were entirely out of control.
He had immediately shown that dominant side that she remembered so well: she knew that behind the curtain of gentleness, shyness and childlike attitude, there was nothing but a steel core made of unshakable determination, strong resilience, and unflinching virility. And it showed so perfectly whenever they made love.
Despite being usually straightforward, headstrong and assertive, Lisa adored that side of him and loved to be dominated by him when it came to sex. It was a delicate balance that they had learned to master skillfully. They were ice and fire, so different and yet so complementary. One gave its best only to the other – the uniqueness of the yin appearing only when the yang was present.
And that was why she hadn’t been surprised when he had ripped off her thong and told her, in a very explicit manner, everything that he was going to do to her, and everything he wanted her to do for him.
Lie down. Open your legs. Spread them wide. Let me see. Open your mouth and take me. Let me taste you. Do it again. Do it harder. Do it faster. Turn around. Come for me. Let me feel you come again. And again.
That was the Michael she remembered, blended with the many layers of this new man she has finally found again. This man… who had infused her with a zest for life she had thought that she would never experience again.
“You feel so good… Shit, Mike…” Lisa’s hand joined his in between her legs, stroking the spot where their bodies connected and feeling the way he slid into her. “You feel so fucking good inside of me…”
“Damn, baby… You’re so tight it hurts… You like that?” His chest, damp with sweat, rested against her back and she shuddered. “You like what I’m doing to you?”
“Fuck, yes… Oh, shit… Don’t stop… That’s it, Mike. Just… Keep going…”
He let out a tortured moan and gave her a series of deep, sharp strokes, making her see stars.
“Can you feel how hard you make me? How the only thing I have in mind… whenever I see you… is to fuck you until I pass out?”
“Yeah… I do…”
Talking had become almost a chore, but it was dirty and hot and so satisfying, so arousing, such an essential part of their intense sexual connection. They spoke with their bodies, but also with their words. And they hadn’t spoken like that in a very long time. How good it felt to be doing it again.
Without missing a beat, Michael got up on his knees and Lisa turned her head to look at him. His face and torso were beaded with sweat – and he looked beyond belief. His features were tortured and his eyes had turned so dark to appear almost black. Inside of her, she could feel his cock swelling and throbbing, pulsing, the burning hot feeling of their climax getting closer and closer, physically palpable. She knew that he was there with her. So very close to the abyss.
“I can feel you, baby… I know you wanna come…”
She bit down on the soft flesh of her own stretched out arm, trying hard to hold off, waiting for his release to join him and disintegrate like a nebula.
“Oh yeah… oh damn… damn… Lise… fuck!” Loud moans accompanied his strong thrusts and, just by hearing him, she knew that she wouldn’t be able to last.
“You’re making me come…” Her voice broke. “Look at me while you make me come…”
Her words and the ecstatic look on her beautiful face did him in. He watched her through half-closed eyes and clenched his teeth as she started to spasm and convulse around him, all the while squeezing him, snaring him.
“Shit…! Fucking hell!”
The way he cursed and his throaty voice were the last push that she needed to fall straight into the precipice. They came together, harder than they both could remember, and Lisa’s soul shattered in complete bliss when she felt him release violently inside of her. She wanted to take him all in, everything that was him, and never, ever let him go again.
Like liquid heat, her body gave in and she collapsed on the mattress. Michael followed her in perfect sync, still buried deep inside her. She knew that he wasn’t going to pull back, and yet for good measure she reached back blindly, grabbing his ass and pulling him close. He moaned again and then kissed the nape of her neck, moved her hair to a side and reached her cheek with his lips.
“I love you…” His beard tickled her skin. “…So much.”
She smiled breathlessly.
“Fuck… I love you too… So, so much it hurts…”
“Girl, you drive me crazy… I can’t get enough of you… Can’t stop touching you… feeling you, wanting you…”
“Well, amazing… Since I just wanna be with you and all… I guess we’ll have to start planning what we’re gonna do with the rest of our lives.”
He kept kissing and kissing her, and she loved the weight of his body on her, the physical feel of his chest in direct contact with her skin.
“You wanna spend the rest of your life with me?” He asked in between kisses, nuzzling her neck. “For real?”
“Yeah… For real…”
She felt him smile.
“Then… yeah… We’ll have to start planning how we’re gonna do it.”
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