I woke up with my face snuggled against Michael's chest warmly.
''Morning, beautiful.''
''You were awake this whole time? Why didn't you get up?''
''I didn't want to wake you.'' He said honestly.
''Thanks. So what's the plan for today?''
''Hanging out here for the day? We could watch movies or something. Order room service. I've done enough greek sight seeing to last a lifetime. I want to spend the day with you.''
''Okay, sounds good to me.'' I grinned, tilting my face up to kiss him softly. Before I could make a move to get off the bed, Michael had his arms around my waist and he was kissing me back with everything he had. My hands were once again tangling into his curly hair and I rolled over top of him.
''Mmmm... we have to stop spending our mornings like this. We can't after we're married.. people think it's- oh...'' I silenced him with my lips on his neck.
His breathing became shallow as I started unbuttoning his shirt.
''I know, I know. We won't go any farther then the shirt this time.''
''Really? Then in all fairness, it's my turn first!'' He popped the buttons on my PJ shirt and threw it off to the floor. He swept me up in such a sweet, romantic kiss that I lost control. I was giving in to him now as I felt the back of my bra snap and slide down my arms. Michael threw it off the bed and started doing things to my breasts I never imagined any man doing.
I almost let myself completly go until Michael pulled me against him and stopped. We stopped kissing, and we just lay there.
'' I trust you with everything. You know that if you didn't believe in waiting, I would've lost it to you yesterday.''
''I know, sweetie. Sometimes, you make it so hard for me to believe in that anymore.'' He snickered, pressing a sweet kiss into my jaw line.
''I can tell. It's sort of obvious.'' Michael blushed a bright maroon color as I snuggled into his arms.
We bummed out in his hotel all day, watching cheesy horror movies and going through five bags of popcorn. We sat on the couch together, his arm around my shoulders and my head buried in the soft skin of his neck. If I were a vampire, I would've given him the kiss of death right then and there, but I wasn't; so occasionally between movies, we would makeout on the couch. Then we would stop for a while to watch another movie and take a breather. Michael was giving up, I knew that if we kept going like that much more, he would've went all the way. I almost wished he would just sleep with me and shut up- but that wasn't how he wanted things to be.
''You know baby, tomorow is our last day in greece.''
''I know. Then you and your girls head home to tell Matt and then you move in with me... right?''
''That's the pl-UGGHH'' I stood up to get a movie and I fell over with a heavy pain in my skull from another stupid vision.
''Michael... he gets angry... so angry...''
''Who?'' He asked, holding me against him. Sometimes I wonder how he got there so fast.
''Matt... he throws things... I'm crying and I run out the door... then it's over. I'm bleeding.''
''He cut you?''
''I'm not bleeding from anywhere he could cut me. Michael... he's going to have sex with me.''
''No. No, he isn't. He won't live long enough to.'' He got up and headed straight for the door.
''Please! Don't do this! My vision can be changed. Maybe if we go together...''
''I can't. Baby, I can't be out in public in L.A... and the person who usually does my disguises is going to be busy for at least another week- she's getting married.''
''Great. Well, I'll just have to go by myself then. Don't worry about me. It isn't something I haven't faced before. Maybe I wanted it. I don't know. I wo't know until it happens. I'll pack pepper spray.''
''Okay. Please be safe, Aly. I love you.'' He whispered in my ear before kissing me gingerly.
''I love you too.''
How could I go home the next day? What would happen with Matt? Did I want him to have sex with me... or did he rape me? I had so much fear to deal with, and I didn't want Michael to see any of it.
''Aly, I'm going to order room service... I'm sorta hungry. What do you want?''
''Oooh... can we have desert? Because I would love a hot fudge sunday right now.''
''Sure.'' Michael called in the order for two hot fudge sundays and within minutes, they were up.
''Oh my gosh, they're giant!'' I gasped, looking at the towering ice cream mounds in glass bowls. We sat at the table and ate our ice cream.
'' Oh, I love the cherries they put on top of these things!'' Michael sighed happily.
''I don't. You want my cherries?''
''Sure.'' He took his spoon and stole the cherries right off the top.
''You like my cherries?''
''Yes, I do, very much.''
''We aren't talking about ice cream anymore, are we?'' I joked, leaning over to kiss him. The inside of his mouth was freezing cold from all the ice cream and I could taste the cherries on his tongue. I heard his spoon clank in his bowl as he wrapped his arms wround my body and kissed me fiercly.
''God, you're so good, girl.'' He breathed heavily before placing a playful kiss on my neck and returning to his desert.
''You're so cute.'' I grinned shyly, getting a spoonful of hot fudge and taking it in. I almost had a heartattack when I felt Michael's hand on my thigh.
''Are you alright with going back?''
''Yeah, I'm fine with it. Don't worry, Matt won't hurt me.''
''Maybe not physically, but he will emotionally. Do you want to talk about this?''
''I don't know. My dad did worse things then Matt ever could. The worst part is... it never would've happened if I had a mom around to stop him.''
''You don't have a mom?''
''She died shortly after giving birth to me.''
''Oh my God. So not only did you have all those problems with your dad, but you never had a mom to make it better. You know, whenever I had problems with Joseph, I could run to my mom to make it better. You never had that.'' He seemed so heartbroken for me.
''Wow.''
''What?''
''I love you.''
''I love you too. Come on, I'm tired.'' He yawned, taking his empty glass bowl and setting in on the dresser.
''Me too.'' I agreed, making my way to the bed. We fell asleep together that night once more.