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Annie's POV
I sighed as I held a sleeping Janiya in my arms. I was back home. Home meaning Neverland. A few days after Andre was hauled away, Michael asked if I'd like to go back to Neverland with him. I agreed.
Michael lead me back to my old room and I gasped. He didn't move a single thing from its place. He smiled at me and helped me set Janiya on the bed. I tucked her in and she sighed contently.
When we were outside the bedroom, Michael lead me down to the living room. I sat down with him and we stared into each others eyes as if we were exploring each others souls all over again.
Michael reached out and touched my cheek. I flinched. I half expected him to start groping me, but I realized, this is Michael and Michael is not that type of person. I had spent too much time with Andre that I thought that any man would do exactly what he did to me. But Michael was different. He was much kinder and caring, much gentler.
Michael pulled his hand back and faced forward. I slapped myself mentally. He had taken that wrong. I sighed and turned to him.
"I'm sorry I flinched. Please don't take that wrong." I said softly. He turned back to me and smiled a small, light smile.
"It's alright. I understand that you might expect perverted things from all men after living with Andre." He said, smiling. "But I promise you, I'm not like that."
"I know, Michael. I know you would never hurt me like that." I smiled and he smiled back. I took his hand and held it over my cheek. I leaned into his hand as I held it, my eyes closed. He was so warm against my cold cheek.
He held my face with his hands and gazed deeply into my eyes, looking as if he didn't believe I was actually here. I didn't believe I was here either. He leaned forward and his forehead was against mine. His eyes were closed and he sighed.
"I don't think I could survive another day if you weren't here." He whispered. I nodded slowly.
"I don't think I would either." I whispered back. He leaned in and our lips met. Softly at first, our kiss made my scarred heart flutter back to life. Our light kiss changed to a passionate kiss, making my heart flutter 'til I thought it would explode. I felt his tongue dancing with mine and I sighed. It's been so long since he's kissed me like this.
He touched my hair and sighed. We broke apart and I rested my head on his shoulder. He stroked my hair, which was now short, up to my shoulders.
"Why did you cut your long, beautiful hair?" He asked softly. I sighed.
"Andre had to have his way. He said my long hair got in the way of our 'love-making'..." I said, my voice almost breaking. He pulled me closer, if possible, and buried his face in my hair, sighing. We talked for the rest of the evening and well into the night. We eventually fell asleep.