| PART 6 Michael and I are in the backroom taking inventory of our stockroom. Michael counts as I record the totals. While he’s counting, I watch him as he climbs up and down the ladder. I never realized how attractive he is until now. His hair is now to his shoulders and I like it. It makes him look sexy. I would never tell him this but in the past he had some funny hairstyles. I giggle at the memory. He turns around and asks, “What’s so funny?” I shake my head and try to hide my smile. He climbs down the latter and says, “Let me repeat the question. What’s so funny?” I snicker because he’s trying to act like he’s intimidating me. “If I were you I’d tell me,” he says narrowing his eyes while slowly walking closer towards me. I keep shaking my head and backing up every time he takes a step forward. The wall stops me. I’m trapped. “Nowhere to go, huh?” he says with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “I just have one question for you,” he says with a smirk. I give him a questioning look. As his smile grows bigger he asks, “Are you ticklish?” I try to dodge out of the way but I’m not quick enough. He grabs me and starts tickling me. I laugh and try to squirm out of his reach. We tumble to the floor and he straddles me continuing the rampage. “Tell me what you were laughing at and I’ll let go.” I shake my head trying to catch my breath. My side starts to hurt and I say, “Okay, okay. I’ll tell you. Just please stop.” He remains straddled over me. I take deep breaths and wipe my eyes. “I was laughing at the different stages of your hair,” I say chuckling. He makes a motion like he’s going to tickle me again. I raise my hands up in surrender, having trouble sitting upright because my legs are still pinned underneath him. He reaches out and wipes a stray tear off my check. My breath catches in my throat noticing how close we are. Our faces are only inches apart. My heart rate speeds up. I reach my hand up and touch his cheek. His tongue darts out to wet his lips and all I can think of is how his lips would feel against mine. How I want to take his lower lip in my mouth. Not realizing that with every thought I’m leaning into him until our lips meet. The kiss starts out slow and tender, like we’re experimenting. The pressure increases when neither of us separates. His tongue caresses my lips and I part them allowing him to explore my mouth. I feel his arms wrap around me pulling me closer. I deepen the kiss and run my fingers through his soft hair. I twirl my tongue around his lower lip and draw it into my mouth to suck and nibble on it like I wanted. He reluctantly removes his mouth from mine and traces my jaw with his tongue. He continues this until he reaches my neck where he nibbles and sucks. A moan escapes my throat. My senses feel like they are on overload. I’ve never felt like this, even when I was with Max. It feels so good. What is he doing to me? He comes back to my mouth and swirls his tough over my lips. It feels like electricity wherever his lips touch. I open my mouth to him wanting more. I’m overtaken with desire as I press my body closer to his. I leave his mouth and sweep wet kisses down to his neck. I gently bite and trail my tongue up and down. I hear him moan my name. I reach his ear, blowing and sucking on it. I trail my tongue over his jaw and reach his mouth again. I press my lips against his. He deepens the kiss and that’s when the images come. **Michael seeing Maria with her child and husband, Kyle feeling sadness and loneliness / Michael and Maria arguing in the Crashdown feeling anger and disgust / Me, when Michael gave me my birthday present feeling happiness, content and something else. *** I break the kiss and gasp. He looks at me expectantly. When my mind begins clearing, I notice we’re lying on the floor. I quickly stand up and mumble, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” I run out of the stockroom as Michael shouts after me, “Liz, please wait.” I close my door and slide to the floor. What have I done? I rest my head on my knees. The feeling of confusion and fear washes over me. What have I done? |