"We Are Just Friends"

" moment like this "

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*Jesikas Point Of View*
 
~next morning~

I groaned and licked my lips and opened my eyes. Michaels breath against my skin caused shivers. I looked down and he was sleeping soundly between my breasts with his arms wrapped around my waist.

I swallowed spit and stared up at the ceiling. I placed my hand over my head and moved my hands backwards until I reached my curls. I bit my lip and looked down at Michael.

I honestly don't know what to think.  It's just sex, right. That's all. No big deal right. Just sex, yeah that's it. That's it. Yeah. It's not the end of the world.

Michael groaned and moved his face around a bit. A yawn escaped my lips unexpectedly. He opened his eyes and looked up at me. I swallowed spit and just stared.

A smile formed across his face and he lifted his head. His chin was rested between my cleavage as he licked his lips and winked at me. I chuckled and rolled my eyes. I looked back at him as he giggled back.

He pecked my breasts and began staring again. He was staring like he wanted to say something.

I furrowed my brows. "What?"

He licked his lips and nodded.

I looked away and sighed.
He pinched my sides and got
my attention. I looked at him.

"You okay?" He asked.

I nodded and looked him in the eyes. He bit his lip and leaned forward to kiss me. I closed my eyes and pecked his lips back.

He pulled away and smiled and rested his forehead on mines.

"Are you hungry?" I asked.

"A little. Are you gonna cook?"

I nodded.

"Ok."

He said while pulling his body off of mines. He put on his pants and scratched the back of his head. I put my tank top and shorts back on leaving my panties elsewhere in the living room.

"I'm headed to the bathroom I'll be back." He told me.

I nodded and went in the kitchen. I went in the pantry to look for pancake mix. I grabbed a big bowl from my kitchen and poured the mix inside causing a big mess because it was so hard to open.

Some of the mix fell on the countertop and got in my hair.

"Fuck." I whispered.

I heard snickering from behind. It was Michael. He was leaning over the kitchen island while sipping orange juice. How come I didn't hear him? That's weird.

"You think this is funny? Then you should come make this shit yourself." I said annoyed, and turning my head away.

All of a sudden I feel his big hands pull my waist as he turned me around to face him.

"Stop being like that."

I sighed and looked away. He laughed and kissed my cheek.

"Let me help."

He suggested while putting water inside the mix. I went in the fridge to look for bacon. I soon searched for the skillet and put a few strips inside.

I felt those big hands again on my waist. He kissed the sides of my neck and giggled.

"Still mad?"