ENG - My best friend's sister ᵐᶦᵏᵉʸ ˣ ᵒᶜ

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Leaving the bathroom, I return to the room and turn off the light. A glance at my cell phone, since I wanted to know the time, reveals that I have missed calls. I have my cell phone on mute so I didn't notice. There are 24 calls from my brother, 13 from Emma, the first ignored call from Mikey, and even Keikei called twice.
Immediately I remember what happened, and I become sad again because of it. The words we exchanged echo inside me, and I can literally feel the pain and alienation. The argument with Kenny is really weighing on my mind.

Sighing, I put the phone on the nightstand, drop onto the bed and bury my face in the pillow.
Suddenly, I feel the mattress next to me give way, and shortly after, I feel Mikey sit down on my butt as I lie on my stomach on the bed.His nearness makes my heart race.
He leans down to me and whispers in my ear, "You're so beautiful, babe..." He brushes the robe down a bit from my shoulder and places a kiss there, adding, "...so beautiful."
A smile forms on my lips as he says this, and goosebumps form under his kisses.He pulls the robe down on the other side as well and places another kiss there. It feels incredibly good how he touches me, how tender he is.

I turn on my back under him and put my hands on his shoulders. I try to push him up, as I want to sit up. But instead of giving in, his hands clasp my waist and effortlessly turn us around. Suddenly, I find myself on his lap as he lies relaxed beneath me.
"Mikey," I whisper, and we are illuminated by the dim light shining in from outside. I look at him, but then quickly look away again and begin to let my trembling fingers play nervously with the hem of my bathrobe as I continue to remain on his lap. At this moment I want to say something, but at the same time I don't want to ruin the mood. The thought that my brother would never accept our relationship makes me so incredibly sad. I don't want this to be our last evening.

"Mei," he whispers back. He slowly straightens up and I lean back slightly, but his hands clasp my waist to hold me on his lap.
"What's wrong?" he asks quietly, looking directly at me. I bite my lips and continue to stare at my fingers as I desperately hold back my tears, not wanting to burst into tears again.
"Mei?" he repeats after a brief pause of silence. His fingers stroke my cheeks as he brushes a few strands of hair from my face. "Tell me."
"I...," I begin again, looking at him this time. "I don't want to be separated from you, Mikey. Even though we haven't been together long, I'm still happy when I'm with you," I confess, the tears finally bursting out of me.
"I don't want us to have to hide, and I don't want to be fucking patronized!" I put my hands on his chest and cling a little tighter as I rest my head on his shoulder. "I want to do what I want, have my own experiences...", I sob, sniffling once and clinging tighter to him. "...And I want that with you, Mikey."

Mikey holds my face gently in his hands, his fingers frame my cheeks, and he lifts it slightly, forcing me to look at him. His gaze is intense as he leans closer to me and whispers softly in my ear, "I won't let anyone take you away from me..." With that, he breathes a gentle kiss under my ear and adds softly, "...you're mine." A shiver runs through me as he utters these words, and I have to swallow hard.
"Never will I let that happen," he reiterates as he gently wipes the tears from my face. "Understand?" he asks as I still remain silent. I nod in response and stroke my own face once, finally stopping my crying.
"I hope you're serious!", I grumble slightly reproachfully.He has to smile in response, nods, and replies, "Of course."

His hands slide to my waist, and he pulls me even closer to him to kiss me.After the kiss, he looks at me seriously and says, "I'll kick the ass of anyone who tries to break us up. Even your brother."I laugh in response and nod, placing my hands on his cheeks and stroking my thumbs over them as I look at him.
"And I'll kick your ass if you do let me. But you have to let me win so I feel a sense of triumph," I whisper teasingly, flashing a sly grin on his face. "It will never come to that," he assures me.

"Idiot," I breathe softly, pressing my lips to his.

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