POV: Michael
When Noah came back he sighed and closed the door behind him.
"I'm sorry about that." He chuckled ever so softly.
"D-did you really kiss my head?" I laughed back, getting up from the bed and walking closer to him.
"You were cold, and I didn't want you to shiver!"
"How is that related to kissing my head?" I walked even closer, fiddling with the collar of his shirt.
"Wanted to make you feel comfortable.." He muttered, staring down at me as I moved my hands down his chest.
"Well, it worked~" I looked back up into his eyes, the tension in the room was suffocating me, I can't resist anymore.
I leaned in slowly and pressed my lips on his, closing our eyes as he gave into the kiss.
His hands began to move down my back and onto my waist, bringing me closer as the kiss deepened.
It felt like minutes before we finally pulled away and stared into each other's eyes.
"I- I like you, A lot... and I know we just met a few days ago and feel free to say no-" I was interrupted by a kiss.
"I like you too, I want to date you..." I smiled, resting my head on his chest and closing my eyes..
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//Strip club lights\\ Michael X Noah
FanfictionMichael Afton has never had very much money, since his family passed away he's been scraping by living alone. Having to provide for the house, Michael found the only job that payed a liveable wage, a stripper, Or prostiute as the flyer said. Michael...
