Ramona sighed in delight as Michael massaged her shoulders lightly, careful not to cause any more pain to her damaged shoulder. She laid her head back on his shoulder and he smirked and kissed the side of her head. They had gotten back to Neverland from the dance studio a little while ago and she hated to admit it, but the pain Michael warned her about started hitting her hard. Michael could see the pain in her eyes and he immediately ran upstairs to run a hot bath. Before she knew it, he was helping her undress and he was getting in the tub with her. Now she was lying against his chest, soaking in the hot water. It was relaxing to say the least.
"How are you feeling?" he asked her softly.
"So much better," she moaned as he massaged his long fingers down her back.
After a while she grew silent and Michael slid his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. They both closed their eyes. Neither of them needed to say anything. They knew what each other was thinking and feeling. They loved moments like these together.
Before long, Ramona began thinking about the surgery that was to happen in a few days. She shook it off as Michael helped her out of the tub and wrapped her in a towel. He draped a towel around his waist and kissed her lightly. "I'm gonna go get us some dinner. Meet me downstairs?" he asked.
She nodded. "I'll be there."
He left the room and changed in his closet before heading downstairs. Ramona stared at herself in the large mirror, slowly letting her towel fall to the floor. She let her eyes roam over her body and suddenly felt 2 inches tall under her own gaze, as if she were afraid of herself. She wasn't really, at least that's what she told herself. She was afraid of what her body would look like after surgery. She began thinking about everything she put her body through since speaking with that doctor, and she couldn't help but wonder what it would do to her body in the long run.
Pain rippled through her body and she bit her tongue as she threw some clothes on. She needed to work through this pain and try to learn how to mask it in front of Michael. He was already hard on himself with the charity concert coming up. She certainly didn't want to make things worse for him. She loved him too much to worry him like that.
She took a deep breath and headed downstairs to join Michael for dinner. Later on that night as they lay in bed, Ramona found herself wide awake. She glanced at the clock and saw it was already 4 in the morning. She winced as another wave of pain shot through her body. She could hardly stand it. She knew she did this to herself by dancing.
Dancing. She closed her eyes and smiled. Oh how she loved dancing. She almost convinced herself to run down to Michael's studio right that second to get more of this dancing out of her system, but she knew she couldn't do that. Michael would have a fit if he found out. Almost like he did at the studio.
'But he didn't freak out,' her mind wandered. 'He let me dance and even danced with me. He must know what it's like being told you can't dance.' She smiled at the thought and glanced at his sleeping form. He was on his back with one arm draped over his bare stomach and the other arm tucked under his pillow. She sighed at the tingling feeling in her stomach. Michael was the only man who has ever made her feel this way, and now she understood what Tasha meant about those butterflies.
Before she could think about insects any further, another ripple of pain struck her. This time she almost groaned out loud. She didn't want to risk waking Michael. He had to rehearse all day tomorrow and he needed his rest, but rest for her was apparently not going to happen. She kicked the blanket off and slid off the bed softly and headed downstairs. She figured walking might help with the pain. She paced the entire house and walked through many rooms before running into Derek.
"Lord have mercy!" she yelped. "Don't scare me like that!"
"I'm sorry," he chuckled. "What are you doing up so late?"
"I couldn't sleep. You?" she asked.
"I hardly ever sleep around here. I have to be on my toes, you know?" he said.
Ramona raised an eyebrow. "Doesn't Shawn take the night shift?"
Derek scratched the back of his head and looked down at his feet. "Yea, that too."
Ramona giggled. "I'm not the only insomniac then. That's nice."
He smiled at her until she winced and tried to shake it off. "Still in pain, I see?" he asked and she nodded slowly. "I wish there was something I could do to help. I guess you should stay away from the dance floor for a while," he said carefully.
Ramona winced at his words. "I wish it were that easy."
"I know it isn't. In fact, it wasn't that long ago that Mike tore a muscle in his leg right before a show. He had to dance in a chair," he smiled at the memory. Ramona gaped at him. She knew he had performed in that chair before, but she never knew the reason why. "He couldn't help himself though. The music got the better of him and he shot to his feet. That was a horrible mistake for him. I was up all night with him for 2 weeks trying to help him heal."
Ramona sighed. "2 weeks? Great…just what I needed to hear." She slouched her shoulders and plopped down on the couch.
"Why don't you just take those pain meds the doctor gave you?" he asked.
Ramona shot him a look. "I don't need them." Another wave of pain hit and she curled up tightly in a ball on the couch and whimpered. "I…don't…need…them," she panted.
Derek grabbed her heating pad and sighed. He glanced over his shoulder with a pained look on his face, not knowing what to do, but also knowing Michael had come down the stairs and heard what she said. Michael grabbed the heating pad from him and nodded his way. Derek patted his shoulder and retreated to his room. Michael sat next to Ramona and began wrapping her shoulder with the heating pad. She kept her head down as she sighed in relief.
"Thanks, but you don't have to do that," she said, still thinking she was speaking to Derek.
"It's my job to take care of you, babe," Michael said softly.
Ramona looked up with fear and worry in her eyes. "Michael…I'm sorry," she said as her eyes welled up.
Michael shook his head with a smile and kissed her head. "What on earth are you apologizing for? You didn't do anything wrong."
"I just don't want to make you worry. You already have so much to think about with this concert," she sniffed as tears began rolling down her cheeks. Michael wiped them away softly with his fingers and shushed her.
"Worrying is what we Jacksons do best, you know," he smirked when he heard her chuckle lightly. "As for the concert, I have everything under control. The show will be amazing and then we will get you taken care of. Once the surgery is over and you're sent back home, I will have a good month off so I can take care of you," he said. She nodded and he pulled her against him and kissed the top of her head, running his fingers through her hair. "We will get you up and dancing in no time."
Ramona rose up and kissed him passionately, sending as much love into it as possible. She placed her hands on his face when they broke the kiss and she smiled. "Thank you. God, I love you so much. I couldn't get through my hectic life without you."
Michael grabbed her hands in his and smiled. "I love you too. I'm always going to be here for you, babygirl. I'd never let you go through any of this alone."
"You are too sweet for your own good, do you know that? How did I ever get so lucky to have you?" she smiled.
He reached out and kissed her lips softly. "I'm not sure, though I think I am the lucky one here."
"Oh I beg to differ," she smirked, rubbing her nose against his.
The next couple of days passed by slowly. Too slowly for Ramona's taste. The pain she felt each day was beginning to wear on her. She spent her days swimming in the pool at Neverland and lying on the couch with her heating pad while Michael was at rehearsals, and she spent her nights with him in the hot bath, receiving his special massages. She hadn't slept hardly at all and Michael didn't admit it, but he was very worried about her.
He paced backstage as the crew took a break and Derek handed him a towel and a bottle of water. "What's up?"
Michael sighed. "I'm worried about her."
"I know you are, Mike. We all are, but what can we do? She won't take her pain killers. Not even Marie can get her to cave," Derek sighed.
Michael tapped his chin. "The doctor did mention an injection she was no stranger to. That's the best I can do. Her surgery is the day after tomorrow," he shrugged.
Derek nodded. "Sounds like a plan," he smiled and handed Michael his phone.
Michael smiled and made a quick call to the doctor. Before long, Michael tossed his phone to Derek and announced he had to leave early if he wanted to get Ramona to the doctor in time. Derek drove him back to Neverland. He jogged up to Marie and greeted her. "Hey, Marie. Is Ramona here?" he asked.
"Yes, she is upstairs in your room, Mr. Jackson," she smiled. "I was able to get her to take some Tylenol to take the edge off of her pain," she added as Michael headed for the stairs.
He stopped and looked over his shoulder. "How bad is it?"
"Tears this time, Mr. Jackson. I'm sorry," she looked down at her feet as Michael winced.
"Thank you," he said quietly as he rushed up the stairs to his bedroom. He found Ramona curled in a ball sleeping on his side of the bed. He smiled when he saw her arms wrapped tightly around his pillow. He leaned over her and moved her hair out of her face. He bent down and kissed her head lightly. "Raybug, sweetie, wake up."
She mumbled and opened her eyes slowly. "Oh, hey. You're home early," she yawned.
"Yea, you need to get dressed. I'm taking you to see the doctor," he said.
"Why? Did he call you? Is something wrong?" she sat up in a panic and Michael rested his hands on her shoulders.
"Relax. I called him. I can't stand to see you in pain anymore. He offered an injection he'd said you've had before. It should ease your pain until the big day," he said softly.
She hesitated. "Do I have to?"
Michael smiled at her. "Will you take the pain killers he gave you?" he asked and she shook her head immediately and he chuckled. "Then yes, you have to."
Ramona groaned and followed Michael out of the bed. She changed and soon they were headed to the doctor. They sat in the cold room once again and Ramona curled up in Michael's lap as they waited for the doctor. She was thankful she wasn't asked to strip down again. She shivered when the doctor walked in with a nurse, who held the big syringe and needle.
"Hello, Ms. Greene, Mr. Jackson," he shook their hands and smiled. "How are you feeling today?"
Ramona tried to focus on the doctor instead of the needle behind him. "I've been better."
"So I've heard. The big day is a few days away. Are you excited?" he asked.
"Oh yea, ecstatic," she snorted and Michael pinched her butt to silence her. She jerked upright and glared at Michael. He gave her a knowing look and she shut her mouth.
"Surgery is not fun, I know, but you will be glad we did this once it's all over," he said as he snapped on his gloves. "Now, come sit up on the table and remove your shirt, please."
Ramona sighed and did as he asked. Michael whistled at her when she took her shirt off and she threw it at him. He caught it, laughing. The doctor and nurse giggled quietly as they quietly cleaned her shoulder off and prepared her for the injection.
"So, you've had this injection before, correct?" he asked.
"Yes," she said softly. She wiggled her toes and fidgeted nervously. It didn't matter if she'd done it before, she knew it hurt. This wasn't a normal shot after all. This needle went deep into her tissues. Michael stood and pulled up a chair in front of her, taking her shaking hands in his and he kissed the backs and palms of her hands. Her eyes softened when she focused her attention on his loving brown eyes.
"Okay, here we go," the doctor counted down and then shoved the needle into her shoulder. Ramona winced and squeezed Michael's hands. Her breathing quickened and Michael rubbed her hands softly.
"Babygirl, look at me," he said softly. Ramona opened her eyes and focused on him again. "What would you say if I told you we're going on vacation when you're healed enough, just you and me?"
Ramona's eyes lit up a bit. "Really?"
Michael smiled. "Really. How does Paris sound?" he asked.
She grinned lightly and nodded. "I think it sounds perfect. The city of love."
"Perfect city to take my love," he said lovingly. He reached up and touched her face softly as the doctor removed the needle and patched her up. She never flinched. "I love you."
Ramona smiled. "I love you too."
"Okay, all done. The soreness of the injection will wear off in a couple of hours, but the pain should subside and should stay that way until we can get you into the hospital," the doctor said. Ramona nodded and put her shirt back on. Her shoulder did feel better, and it was all thanks to Michael.
As they stepped outside the clinic, Michael's phone went off. He released Ramona's hand to answer it. "Hello? Yes?...Really? Right now?...Yea, okay…I'll be right there."
Ramona glanced at him as Derek pulled up to pick them up. "Was that the studio?"
Michael nodded as they climbed into the SUV and pinched the bridge of his nose. "They need me back at rehearsals. Something came up that needs my urgent attention," he mocked the directors voice and Ramona giggled. "Derek, would you mind?"
"Yea, it's cool, Mike. I'll drop you off and take Ramona home," he said as he drove.
"Thank you," he said, grabbing Ramona's hand in his. He played with her hands silently as they drove back to the Staples Center. Once they pulled up, Michael sighed and kissed Ramona passionately. "I'll call you when I can, okay? Your place tonight?" he asked as he brushed a strand of her hair from her face.
She nodded and played with one of his curls in front of his face. "I'll be there," she smiled. "I love you…so much," she said, leaning her forehead against his.
"I love you more," he winked and poked her nose. He slipped out and into the arena and Ramona sighed and crawled into the passenger seat next to Derek.
"Okay, so I will take you back home and then I have to go get a few groceries before I will head back to the arena. Do you need anything while I'm out?" he asked.
"Actually, do you mind if I come along? I'd like to make a nice dinner for Michael tonight," she smiled.
"I don't mind at all. Always a pleasure having you as my company," he smiled.
Ramona and Derek ventured through the store and piled up 2 grocery carts full of different foods. Ramona stood in an aisle trying to decide what to cook for Michael when her phone rang. She smiled when she saw the caller id.
"Hey sweetheart," she answered.
"Hey baby, what are you up to? How's your shoulder?" Michael asked.
"Derek and I decided to stop at the grocery store. My shoulder is fine. How's rehearsal going?" she asked.
"It's rehearsal," he snorted and then smiled when he heard Ramona giggle. "What are you doing at the store?"
"Shopping," she teased. He snorted and she rolled her eyes. "I'm getting items for dinner tonight. What do you want to eat, by the way?"
Michael bit back a grin. It was almost like they were married and she was asking him what he'd like for dinner. He shook his head. "Aw, you know what I like, babygirl. Surprise me."
Ramona grinned. "That's true, but I can't put myself in the oven, dear. I already have surgery to look forward to, so I prefer not to have to get treated for 3rd degree burns."
Michael rolled his eyes. "Now babe, you know that's not what I meant. I wouldn't want you in an oven!"
Ramona giggled. "I know. Okay I'll see you later then, tomcat. Love you," she blushed at her own words.
"Love you most," he smirked.
"Cheater," she laughed.
"Never," he retorted and then chuckled before hanging up.
After she put away her groceries at home, she began making dinner. She pulled her hair up and dug into her project for the night. She made a new flavor of organic chicken and added special seasoning to make the taste even better. She added a side of mixed vegetables and corn on the cob. Then she pulled out sparkling grape soda and 2 wine glasses. She had both plates made and the table set by the time Michael waltzed in the door.
"Honey, I'm home," he called out and then froze when he saw the table.
"Welcome home, dear," Ramona smiled. She kissed him softly and took his jacket off, hanging it in the closet.
"This looks incredible!" he gaped and then snapped out of it when Ramona wrapped her arms around his waist. "And you tell me you're the lucky one?" he asked. She shrugged and he shook his head and kissed her passionately.
They sat down to dinner quietly and ate. Michael told her how rehearsals were going and Ramona told him how strange it was to not be in pain all the time. Once dinner was over and everything was cleaned up, the couple sat up watching tv in bed together. Michael nuzzled Ramona's neck and she sighed happily against him. She turned her head to kiss him and he deepened the kiss, slowly moving his body over the top of her.
"Um, Mike?" she stopped him.
He rose up on his forearms over her. "What's wrong? Are you hurting again?"
"No, it's not that. The doctor called me while you were gone and he told me I needed to take it easy until surgery," she said, blushing lightly.
"I could've told you that," he said, kissing her again.
She pulled away. "That includes intimacy."
Michael pulled away blushing. "Oh."
"I'm sorry baby," she played with his hair and he smiled.
"Don't be sorry. Your health comes first," he whispered to her and she smiled.
"And you wonder why I call myself the lucky one?" she mocked him.
The next day after Michael left with Derek, the girls showed up at the door and shoved Ramona into her bedroom.
"Get dressed," Saph ordered as she shoved her toward her closet.
"And wear something sexy," Jaz added with a wink.
"Oh no, where are you dragging me?" Ramona whined as she duh through her closet.
"You will find out when we get there, now hurry up," Tasha snapped.
Ramona rolled her eyes and pulled out her black slacks and a white tank top and the girls all shook their heads. "What?" she asked.
"Something sexy, not professional. Must I do everything?" Jaz complained and dug through her closet. She pulled out a short red dress with black trimming around the bust and edges. It ended about mid thigh. Saph whistled and dug out Ramona's red shoes with black heels. "This is much better."
Ramona's eyed grew wide. "Oh man, where did this outfit come from?" she blushed.
"I see you found my surprise," Janet came waltzing in and hugged the girls.
"Dunk…why are you doing this to me?" Ramona continued to whine.
Janet rolled her eyes. "Oh hush up and come with me. Let's do your hair and makeup," she winked.
Ramona groaned but gave in, letting herself be dolled up by her 4 best friends. She couldn't help but smile when her makeup and hair was done. Tasha curled her hair for her and Janet did an amazing job covering up her scar. She smiled in the mirror once her dress was on and the girls grinned.
"Alrighty then, let's get going, shall we?" Janet said as they rushed out the door. Ramona decided to just go with it. She would have never gone out into public wearing something like this, but she had to admit the way the girls dolled her up made her feeling pretty good about herself.
They piled into Janet's car and Shawn followed closely behind as they drove downtown. Janet found a nice little club and Ramona smiled brightly. "See that?" Tasha pointed out. Saph pulled out a compact mirror and showed Ramona her reflection. "That's why we're doing this. To get your mind off of surgery."
"Yea, let's loosen up and have some fun, like the old days," Jaz grinned and Ramona hugged her friends.
Shawn and a few of Janet's body guards remained close by as the girls drank some and danced like they used to in high school. Shawn kept giving Ramona these warning looks to remind her she had to take it easy and she rolled her eyes at him every time. She was out here to have fun, wasn't she? Besides, she had that injection and she was feeling great.
Soon, the girls had to leave. Janet had an urgent phone call from someone at the recording studio she had to go take care of, and the 3 other girls had to leave on job duty. Ramona nodded as she said her goodbyes. She was thankful her new boss hadn't decided to jump on her case about not writing anything for a while. Shawn kept an eye on her as she decided to have one last dance before she would head out. As she moved away from the bar, a rather large looking man approached her, smelling like alcohol.
"Hey sweet thing, you wanna dance?" he slurred his speech and Ramona almost gagged.
"I do, but not with anyone. I am a lone dancer…"
Before she could say another word, he leaned into her and she leaned back, feeling very uncomfortable. "Come on baby, I'm not asking you to come home with me. I'll leave that one up to you. Just one dance…"
"The only man I will ever dance with is…"
She was interrupted by another man jogging up and placing himself in between the drunk man and Ramona. "Dude, Mark…what are you doing? Do you have a death wish or something?"
The man named Mark furrowed his eyebrows at the other man. "What the hell man? I was about to talk her into a dance," he stuttered and Ramona gagged.
"Not with her. Don't you know who that is?" he asked. Ramona raised an eyebrow as both men studied her for a moment. "That's Ramona Greene. As in LA Times, Ramona Greene," he paused to let his words sink into his friend's head. Mark blinked in confusion and his friend rolled his eyes. "As in Michael Jackson's girlfriend, Ramona Greene?"
Mark's eyes widened and he shot up from his chair, backing away from Ramona with his hands up in defense. "I am so sorry, I had no idea. Please give Mr. Jackson my regards," he stumbled backward until he bumped into Shawn. "Watch it, Paul Bunyan…" he grumbled and Shawn's eyes narrowed at him.
"Careful Mark," Ramona spoke up and Mark turned to look at her. "Paul Bunyan there is my body guard, and Michael's."
Mark turned pale and turned to run when he tripped over another chair. Everyone around him laughed and Ramona shook her head. Shawn rolled his eyes and walked up to Ramona, noticing she was now rubbing her temples furiously. "Are you okay?"
"Yea, can we just go? That put me in a horrible mood," she grumbled and he nodded, taking her hand and leading her from the club.
As they drove back through town, they passed a busy restaurant and she noticed Jermaine outside, surrounded by fans and paparazzi. "Shawn, pull over."
Shawn pulled off across the street from the place and rolled down his windows, watching Jermaine as closely as Ramona was. Jermaine seemed to be having trouble with a girl that, by the looks of it, had no idea what personal space meant.
"Miss, I appreciate your support, but I don't date my fans," Jermaine said politely.
"Oh, come on, I know back in the day you slept with some of your fans," she said, moving her body against his. He winced and tried to pull her hands away.
"And I thought Michael had it bad," Ramona thought outloud. Shawn shook his head. Apparently he was used to seeing this.
"Don't let it surprise you. Jermaine was always known as the heart throb of the Jackson Five. They've all had worse, but I suppose it gets harder as the girls get older and more persistant," he said, watching the scene unfold before them.
Ramona looked down for a second and opened the door. Before Shawn could say a word, she was at the driver's side door. "Let me borrow your wedding ring real quick." Shawn handed it to her and she ran across the street. "Jermaine!" she called out and Jermaine almost winced again. No more women, please, he thought. Ramona called out again. "Yo…Erms!"
Jermaine's eyes widened, knowing only 2 people that called him that. "Ramona? What are you doing here?" he asked as she ran up to him. The fan girl eyed her wearily.
She held the ring out to him. "You left your wedding ring behind. Your wife would have a fit if she found out," Ramona said.
Jermaine blinked and took it hesitantly. The fan girl huffed. "Sounds like a controlling wench."
Ramona shot her a look. "Not controlling. Pregnancy hormones get the better of her sometimes, but Jermaine takes real good care of her, don't you big brother?" she cooed and Jermaine blushed, finally catching on to Ramona's act.
"Right, thanks Ramona. I owe you one," he slipped on the ring and hugged her.
She whispered in his ear. "Give it back to Shawn when you're done."
Satisfied she had run the girl off, she turned back to walk back to the car when she heard the fan girl open her big mouth once again. "Oh poo. Well…at least there is still one more Jackson that isn't off the market. Michael…" she said dreamly.
"Don't even think about it. My brother has a girlfriend," Jermaine warned her.
"But he isn't married, so technically he's still available," she smiled.
"He's in love with the one he's with," Jermaine tried again.
"Well, I don't see her staking her claim here, so it's a free for all, I believe," she sneered.
Jermaine grumbled as Ramona was already back at his side. He put his arm in front of her to keep her from saying something she'd regret. "Well, that's where you're wrong, again," Jermaine smiled. "This here is Ramona Greene, my brother's girlfriend."
The girl's eyes widened and she backed away into the crowd before cameras began flashing insanely. Great. The secret was out on who Michael was dating. Jermaine was pulled away from Ramona by his guards and Ramona looked around, not sure what to do.
"Shawn!" she yelled out.
"I got you, girl," he wrapped his huge arm around her shoulders and pulled her out of the center of the crowd, shielding her from the crazy blood-sucking media. She jumped in the back seat of the SUV and they drove off. "Are you okay?" he asked.
"Yea," she breathed.
As they arrived home, Saph and Jaz were there waiting for her. "Hey, we wanted to apologize for leaving you at the club earlier," Jaz said.
"It's alright," she smiled. "Duty calls."
Saph stared over Ramona's shoulder for a moment with a confused look on her face and Ramona looked behind her, seeing what she was staring at. Michael's shoes were lying on the grass at the base of the tree in front of her house.
"Where's…?" she spoke as she scaled the tree with her eyes and finally spotted Michael standing on her roof. "Michael? What are you doing? Get down!"
They ran to the side of the house to get a better look and found him standing high, hands on his hips, with a towel tied around his neck like a cape. "Who is this Michael you speak of?" he asked in a deep voice. "I'm Thriller Man! Duh duh duh duhhh!" he sang. The girls giggled loudly at him and he kept a straight face. "Able to thrill millions with one single circular motion of the finger," he added while twirling his finger. Ramona rolled her eyes at him but continued laughing with the others.
"Okay, Thriller man…whatever. I'll see you inside," she picked up his shoes and walked to the door and he jumped down and ran past her inside the house. "What the…?" When she stepped inside, she gasped. Her entire living room had been transformed into one giant blanket fort. Michael was nowhere to be seen. "Michael?"
"There is no Michael…only Thor!" he growled out from somewhere in the fort.
Ramona giggled. "Okay if you don't come out, then I will have to come in after you!" she laughed as she crawled inside looking for him. As she arrived in the middle, she heard her friends come in the door.
"Ramona? Woa, what is this?" Saph said.
Jaz giggled and nudged her. "Get your camera out, quick!" she said. Saph snatched open her camera just as Ramona popped out from the center of the fort.
Michael suddenly shot up and wrapped his arms around her neck. "Now she is my prisoner! Muahaha! No one can save you now!" he growled. Then, with one of his arms, he acted like another arm grabbed him and pulled him under the fort again. He growled and made several noises. Ramona froze as the fort moved around her. After a moment, Michael popped back out with his cape back on, hands back on his hips. "You are safe now, pretty lady!"
Ramona gave him a strange look. "Michael…"
He placed his finger over her lips. "Shh…no need to thank me miss. All in the job for Thriller Man! Duh duh duh duhhh!" he sang and then jumped over the fort and ran into the bedroom making a woosh sound. Ramona blinked a few times and glanced at Saph.
"Please tell me you got all that?" she asked.
Saph flipped her camera closed and nodded. "Every bit of it."
"Wait a minute! If that ends up on the internet, I will not be pleased!" Michael came running back out without his cape. The girls fell over laughing hysterically. One thing was for sure, whether Michael had lost his mind or not, her friends and her boyfriend had gotten what they wanted. She had completely forgotten about the big surgery tomorrow.
"I love you guys so much," she smiled as she hugged everyone. Then she turned to Michael and kissed him passionately. "And thank you for saving me, Thriller Man," she winked. He raised his eyebrows up and down and grinned as he dipped her low and kissed her again.
"You're welcome, pretty lady."