(Warning: There's a brief mention of suicide in this chapter as well as explicit verbal and sexual content.)
(I know this is what y'all have been waiting for so I hope you like it. 😂)
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*Michael's POV*
I kick open the door to the bedroom to make way for us to enter as we're engaged in a passionate kiss.
We knock into the dresser by the entrance, causing the vase on it to go crashing to the floor and shatter, but I don't pay any mind to it.
It's finally happening.
After 47 years, I'm finally going to have sex with someone.
And not just anyone, but with the girl I love more than anything else in the world.
We navigate towards the bed, never breaking the kiss as we do.
I can feel my heart begin to beat at a million miles a minute. I'm so incredibly nervous as well as embarrassed that we're going to see each other naked and well, do it.
Trust me, I want to, but the fear of messing up is overtaking me quite a bit. Nicole must be able to sense that in me because she pulls away from the kiss.
"Hey, are you okay?" She asks me. "You seem... tense."
I clear my throat. "Yeah, yeah I'm fine." I say before trying to lean in to kiss her again, but she dodges it.
"No you're not, what's wrong?" she asks me, looking more serious this time.
I struggle to find the right words to say.
"Do you not want to have sex with me?" she asks while distancing herself even farther away from me.
I quickly shake my head. "No, no, no! I do. I'm just... nervous... and embarrassed." I say. And that was nothing but the whole truth. I really never got used to being in sexual situations with women and now that I was about to do all that I had done and more, I was terrified.
She sighs before coming closer to me and taking my hands in hers. "You know I'm scared too right?"
I look at her almost surprised. "You are? But, you're always so confident when you come on to me and-"
She shakes her head and interrupts me. "I guess I've been lying to you too. I only do that because I thought that's what you were used to and I had to make up for making you wait for me. I mean, look at you. You're... you're so- freaking hot I can't even handle it! But we don't need to be scared of each other."
I instantly blush, but feel my heart swell at the same time. How could she think she had to act like that because she wasn't worth waiting for?
"Sweetie," I say before taking her face in my hands. "you didn't need to do that. I would've waited as long as I had to for you, even down to my last day."
I look into her eyes and notice that her eyes are watering. "Why are you so nice to me?" she asks me.
I look at her, completely confused. "What do you mean?" I ask her.
"Everyone has always been so mean to me, but you're not. You're so nice to everyone, actually. How are you so damn nice? Your Yelp review was right, I didn't believe it would be, but it was and-"
I interrupt her. "What Yelp review?" I ask her.
She sniffles and grabs her phone out of the pocket in her dress before tapping on the screen a few times.
ČTEŠ
All You Need Is Love
FanfikceNicole Westwood has anxiety. So bad, that it's hindered her social life for her entire life. At 18, she's never experienced anything- a first date, a first kiss, a first boyfriend. After graduating high school, her parents worry that she is too much...