Michael suddenly looked up from his magazine, sitting with crossed legs next to you on the plush sofa. "Y/N?" He asked softly, no more then a murmur.
"Mmm?" You hummed in response, glancing away from your magazine. " don't worry, cause I'm gonna stay." The words left his rosebud lips, his chocolate skin looking dewy as it caught the light, his deep brown eyes scanning your expression, leaving you breathless.
How did he know?
Recently, photos of Michael and Tatum have been leaked, looking suspiciously close which made you panic, unknown to Michael. You believed he was going to leave you. But now...
"How did you know?" You asked quietly, playing with your fingers as he chuckled softly, his Afro moving slightly as he moved a little closer to you, heat radiating from his skinny body. "I know everything Y/N, you know that." He giggled, tracing your jawline with his big, manly hands.
