Thanks coors1977for pointing out my mistake. I can see how it would confuse someone lol. I hope I have them all fixed now, all I can say is sorry and that's what happens when you type something a 3 in the morning on a computer that is being a pain in the ass lol.
Michael lay in his bed and stared at the ceiling. It was late but he didn't feel tired, he looked around his dark bedroom at all his belongings. Thanks to his job he was able to buy a large apartment and it reflected the amount of money he made. He was not rich but comfortable. He had built a life that he was proud of, he never thought that he would be where he was right now but thanks to his brother who kept him on the right track, he was.
But neither his home or his possessions could bring him as much joy as the figure sleeping next to him did. He turned his head to look at her. Her back was to him and her head was slightly bowed, her brown hair was spread over her pillow.
He felt the urge to touch her so he moved closer so that is bare chest met her back. He ran is long fingers lightly over her face. She took a long breath and he could tell that she was now awake. She reached up and took his hand, she ran her fingers over is palm then his fingers. She lay there for sometime playing with his hand, not saying and word with eyes watching her hand move over his. Michael the hold time simply watched her eyes, enjoying the simple contact.
"Alex," he said her name drawing her attention away from his hand to his eyes. Her whole name was Alexandra but she told him that she didn't like people to call her that. She said that it reminder her of when she was little, she said that she could always tell when she was in trouble when her parents called her by her full name.
He placed his hand on her neck and propped himself up on one elbow. Michael looked down at her for a moment longer the lowered his head to her. His lips almost met hers when the phone ringing interrupted him. He gave a slight disappointed sigh that cause Alex to smile as he rolled onto his back to reach for the bedside phone. Michael answered the phone and Alex moved over to lie on his chest. She wasn't paying attention to what was being said on the phone, she was running her fingers lightly over his chest and stomach.
Michael hung up the phone and lay there still, lost in thought. Alex could tell right away that something was wrong. She raised her head off his chest to look at him and asked,
"Michael what wrong?" his eyes were fixed on a spot on the ceiling. He took a deep breath and replied,
"It's my brother."