I woke up with a smile on my face and I blinked my eyes open. I groaned at the heavy arm that wrapped around me. I knew it was Michael, it couldn’t be anyone else.
We were in his room, the very familiar room that brought back memories that made me snicker. I was such an idiot. I attempted to pull out of his addicting hold but he wasn’t having it.
"Good morning" he mumbled and I shivered from the way his voice sounded. It was hoarse and deep, almost like a needy grunt.
"Morning" I mumbled and laid in his embrace because for the first time he was holding me and I was enjoying it. I glanced at his hands and mentally swooned at the bulging veins on it.
"We’re having lunch at mom’s place" his kissed my ear and I scoffed.
"No thank you. I’m not coming"
"Look, I’m sorry about what happened last time. Okay? You know mummy is old an-" he stopped when I gave him my ugliest glare.