As the room cooled I was still there faced with the problem. But then it was if a light bulb had flared in my head. Go into my room, get the clothes, return to bathroom and get changed. Simple. I wrapped my fluffy towel more firmly around me before stepping out of the bathroom. The air outside was cold, I shivered. I walked down the hall, careful not to slip. I turned the handle on my door and stepped in. Michael was still asleep. Bless. I walked over to the wardrobe and pulled out some jeans and a t-shirt. Underwear from my draw and socks from another. I stepped back into the corridor and walked to the bathroom and dressed.

"Claire? Claire!" I heard Michael shout as he woke to see me gone again. I heard him pound down the hall, and I stepped out of the bathroom. He was beside me in the blink of an eye. He wrapped in me in a powerful hug. It hurt a bit but I didn't mind, I was in his arms. His strong muscular arms…

He kept on hugging me and I hugged him back. His cold arms were comforting, and just there. Suddenly I felt the tears well up in my eyes. His gentleness, compared to their cruelty, was just too much. Michael stopped hugging me and said,

"Claire, what did they do to you?" He said it so gently, I felt tears streak down my face. He looked at me and I felt it all come up to the surface. So I told him.

He stood there as I told him, and when I had finished he hugged me again and whispered in my ear,

"I am so sorry Claire." I nodded to show that I understood.

But I hadn't finished.

"Michel they also told me something else. I don't know if what they said was true, but listen anyway ok? Shane said to me that he had never loved me; he had just felt sorry for me and was there for the free stuff. All the free stuff." I stopped and sniffed, then continued, "And Michael, Eve said to me that she hadn't loved you either she just wanted a home. And everything that you gave her. And the… the…" I couldn't bear to say it, but he understood anyway. He hugged me harder and I'm sure he mumbled something that sounded faintly like,

"Eve, the bitch…." I didn't hear the rest and to be honest I don't know if I wanted too. He continued to hug me.

Then he kissed me again, and I could feel all the pain and desperation in it. I kissed him back, equalling his emotions. It wasn't a soft kiss, it wasn't gentle. But I liked it. He smirked against my lips as he continued to kiss me. That was it- me hormones well and truly took over.

I started kissing him harder, and he responded.

He backed me against the wall and I wrapped me legs around his strong waist. My hands curled and tangled in his blonde hair. I could hear him moaning softly. Very softly. I smiled against his lips as his hands gently started to stroke my body. But then he stopped and let me fall to the floor.

I landed with a loud thump on the hard wooden floor. I looked up to Michael, but he had already disappeared. I heard his room door slam shut; very loudly.

So what do you think? What do you think was Michaels problem? And what will happen next!

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