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We made it to the diner and I held the door open for Michonne. She smiled that smile of hers. It was contagious, her smile.

I hated when people would say that to me; Smile, it's contagious. I was kind of a grump, and really didn't care to smile much. But as soon as her lips formed into one, I couldn't help but join in.

We sat at the diner counter and ordered. I guess it was your normal old school place. Checkered floor. Nostalgic pictures and newspaper clippings on the wall. Devoted patrons sitting in their favorite booths. Our food arrived as we talked.

"Hey Gloria." Michonne cheerfully greeted the waitress who immediately matched her energy.

"Well, Hey, Chonne! Youse been missing for a minute." The waitress grabbed her notepad from the counter by the register. The pen from behind her ear magically fell out at the tip of her head and she caught it, Her grey hair poked from the sides of the 50's style uniform hat. "Need a menu?"

"I don't, but get my friend one," she told the older woman, who gave me a quick hello.

I shook my head and turned it down. "Give me what she's getting." The woman nodded.

"What is it Chonne? Slices or a cheeseburger?" She asked putting her pad up and pen back in its resting spot.

"Well, give me the burger and fries, since he's paying." Gloria raised an eyebrow.

"We got us a new boyfriend?" She asked.

Michonne looked at me quickly before I responded, "We're really good friends," I said reiterating what she told the younger teens.

She winked at Michonne and gave a thumbs up before saying, "Gotcha. Well, James will get those burgers fired up. Give us a second. Want a Pepsi? She asked Michonne who nodded. "What about you?"

"A sweat tea...lots of ice..." I said.

Gloria chuckled. "Youse southerners love a sweet tea. I swear. We got your order coming up?" She brought us our drinks and Michonne took a sip.

I couldn't believe how cool she was...how I wanted to observe how her lips worked, and the way her hands held the cup. The way her locs fell past the counter edge as she bent over to get a better sip. She became easily consumable, and it weirded me out how much I consumed of her.

Michonne and I spoke some more at the counter and looked around. The diner had its charm. I wouldn't say we stepped back in time to the 50's, but I like the feel of it. Pictures of stars from that time, and now, and records adorned the wall. Eventually, our food came and I watched as she ate a few of her hot fries, blowing on them briefly.

"What do you like about New York?" she asked me. I was slapping ketchup out the bottle to pour over my fries. When I couldn't get any out, she took the bottle from me and it came out smooth. I grinned. She had a magical touch.

"When I first got here I was scared I was going to look like a tourist. I wanted to seem cool and chill, and I ain't that. The subway was confusing. The streets always sounded like screeching tires and yelling. People move so fast and bump into you and walk in herds. But, now I love it. I love the noise. I love the congestion and not knowing everyone and walking down the street and seeing so much," I answered. I asked her if she had ever been down south. She nodded her head.

"Yep. Got family in North Carolina," she raised her eyebrows and smirked. "You guys are so slow moving, and everyone says hello to you. People pause for long epic conversations. Nothing is open past 11. Everyone says y'all," she said in one long breath. She was right. Especially in smaller towns like the one I was from.

"But, I like at night when there is quiet. Just the crickets chirping away. You can see the stars in the sky. And there are trees and fields. You have your own space. The rooms are bigger. I have to say I've enjoyed visiting my family down there," she said eating her fries.

"Your friend, Maggie, called me earlier today," Michonne said as she sipped her Pepsi.

"Oh, she did. What was she talking about?" I asked her. She sat her cup down and the waitress asked if she wanted more to drink. She shook her head and looked at me.

"Said I should come to her office and meet her boss. I told her I don't know about all of that," Michonne said stealing one of my fries. The idea of modeling still wasn't appealing to her.

"Why not? Summer is coming and you will be out of school. The money probably would be nice. Help out with your tuition for next year," I said remembering why she modeled for me...to give her parents a little help. She looked up in thought as the idea didn't seem so foreign anymore.

"You could model all over New York and still be able to live your life. Still work at the Rec. Spend some time with me," I threw in quickly. She shyly smiled and looked at her plate. "Seems like a good idea to me," I added.

"You know. I never thought about that. I just don't want to be a typical cliche model. I like to eat. I don't want people telling me I need to look a certain way. I don't want to be around all those egos," she said trying to talk herself out of it. I grabbed one of her locs and rolled it between my fingertips.

"Not everyone is like that. Some people are chilll and down to earth. They're just trying to make ends meet like everyone else. When school starts back up, you can stop modeling, or do it less, or keep at it. But, I think you should think about it," I suggested. Everything she said was the truth, but I took leap for my dream, she could too. Even if it wasn't a dream, she could still see where it led her.

"True. I see your point." She paused for a moment. "And I do need money. It would help my parents out a lot. They have an anniversary coming up. Twenty years. They married each other after they discovered they were pregnant with me," she said smiling. "Maybe if they didn't have to pay my tuition, they could go somewhere nice, or I could buy them something nice," she said thinking the idea wasn't that bad now.

"Yeah, I think you should do it. If you want I'll shoot some shots of you for free," I offered. She shook her head.

"For a price. I don't like free. Ain't nothing in this world free. Now, if you want to charge me a cheap price, we can do that," she said, swinging her locs out the way. She grabbed my hat and barely sat it atop her head of locs.

"You go to the games?" she asked me referring to the Yankees. She took it off and turned it around so it would be out of her eyes. It was cute on her. Everything was cute on her.

"Yeah, I'm going to one in a few weeks. Maybe you could come to one with me," I said grabbing her hand. She looked at me and nodded her head.

"Maybe," she said softly. She let go of my hand to eat her cheeseburger. Kiss her. Kiss her right now.

"Wanna hang out some more?" I said after I chewed a couple of fries. I bit into my cheeseburger. She raised her eyebrows while she ate.

This woman was gorgeous. Even as she ate her food, she still turned me on somehow. Some ketchup got on the side of her mouth, and I grabbed a napkin wiping it off. She twisted her lips into a smile.

"And do what?" she said with a quizzical look. She picked up her cup and wrapped her lips around her straw again. I thought I would die when I saw that. I wanted to be that fucking straw. But I held my hands up.

"Something innocent. No strings attached. Daryl is having a little jam session in a studio about twenty minutes away. He said I could swing by. Your friend Sasha might be there. Did she mention that to you?" I asked her. I hoped she did. That way she might be down to come with me.

"She may have mentioned that when I talked to her earlier. I didn't want to be a third wheel, so I-"

"Now you won't be," I said rubbing her thigh. Her eyes quickly found mine and we looked at one another for a minute. "Come with me. Please?" I said to her. I found myself begging her to do things, which probably wasn't a good look.

"I like when you grovel," she said in that sexy voice of hers...the one she used when I took those shots of hers. The one she seduced me with.

"I like when you say yes," I said back to her just as smooth. Nice recovery.

"Sure. We can go chill at the studio. It's Friday. I like getting into fun," she said swirling her straw in her cup. She ate one more fry then pushed her plate back.

"What else do you like?" I asked her, grabbing her hand. I started rubbing my fingers over her palm, and a smile crossed her face. I liked that I could get her to smile. I didn't have to do much to get her to either.

"I'll tell you, but not right now," she teased. Her comment sparked my interests.

"Can't wait to hear," I said. Ten minutes later I paid our tab and we headed out. Michonne was rubbing her belly.

"I ate too much. Gawd. And my legs. Ugh, that damn double dutch," Michonne said as we walked out the diner. I looked at her and paused in my steps.

"Come on." I said putting her book bag on her back. I turned around and pointed behind me. "Hop on," I said to her. She laughed, and I looked behind me.

"I don't think you can carry me," she said crossing her arms. I bent down lower and waved her over to me.

"I can. I'm sure of it. Hop on. Give your legs a rest," she grinned and slowly walked towards me.

"Okay, but you better not drop me. And if you wake up tomorrow and your back hurting, that's your fault. Cause I told you not to do this," Michonne said. She slowly got on my back and I grabbed her thighs to secure her. She was so fucking soft. I held her tighter and she wrapped her arms around my neck.

"You're light as a feather, Michonne." She was. I felt younger with her. I mean, I wasn't some grandpa with a massive grey beard, but I was older than her. Felt like I seen a lot in my life; experienced a lot living here. But I never felt like my heart would beat out of my chest when I was around someone. I couldn't imagine even trying to describe how Michonne made me feel. It was all unexpected.

"What kind of music does Daryl's band play?" Michonne asked as I carried her.

"They do mostly covers from their favorite artists. Fleetwood Mac, Aerosmith, Greenday. I've heard them do it all. They just did their first feature album recently with all original music. In a few weeks I'm going to shoot them for another cover," I said to her.

"That's dope. I like listening to music. I do it all the time when I paint," she said to me.

"No shit. I listen to music when I do my work. I centers me," I said to her. We had so,ething in common it seemed.

I carried her for a while until we reached the bus stop. The recording studio wasn't that far, so the bus would do. I am a pretty decent driver. Got maybe two speeding tickets in my life. But I would never drive around the city. I remember renting a car for my equipment to drive on the turnpike one day and having a massive anxiety attack.

Never Again.

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"Hey. You guys made it," Daryl said when we opened the door. He had a beer in his hand. The studio had about ten people there. Of course the other three band members were there. The same girls from the subway platform where we got off a few days ago were here. Sasha was sitting with them on a couch talking to Jesus. You know, Paul.

I dapped him up. "Yeah, man. I know you know Michonne. She came through with me," I told Daryl. He didn't seem shocked to see her with me.

"Friends of Rick, are friends of mine. Come on in. We got beer, weed, some liquor. Got some food. You guys want something?" Daryl asked as we stepped inside.

"We just ate, but you want something, Michonne?" I asked turning to her. She nodded her head.

"A beer is cool," she said to Daryl. I asked for one, too, and we joined Sasha, Tara, Rosita, and Jesus.

"You guys are always where the fun is at," Michonne said sitting next to Sasha. There wasn't anywhere for me to sit so I leaned against the wall.

"Michonne, you be where the party is at all the time. Bitch, turn up," Sasha said to her.

"Is she drunk, Tara?" Michonne asked.

"She called me and Rosita and told us to come by. We've been here since 4:00, chilling," Tara told her. There was a hookah there and everyone was smoking from it. I kind of overheard some separate conversations going on.

"Michonne, you know how to pick them girl. The boy is a zaddy," Rosita said. Zaddy. I had no fucking clue what that meant.

"Why you guys always trying to embarrass me," she said taking a sip of her beer. "We just cooling. Nothing serious," she told her. Rosita rolled her eyes.

Did Michonne just want to be fuck buddies?

"You better stop acting like he not a whole snack, girl. Deadass, Michonne, you be getting them," Sasha chimed in.

"I've had two boyfriends. A guy from high school named Mike and Jonathan-"

"That cunt fucker," Tara said after blowing out smoke. Michonne looked sad but shrugged it off speaking again.

"I'm not trying to do nothing but have fun. I've had a lot of heartache. I'm just trying to breathe right now," she said. "What's up with you and Abraham? What's Abe doing this week?" Michonne asked.

"Who is Abe?" Rosita said with a angry look. Tara snorted.

"Who is Abraham? You guys gonna be back together next week," Tara said. Rosita shook her head.

"I'm not taking him back this time. He gots to realize that Im important. He can't have his cake and eat it, too. But forget about him. Did Sasha show you that video of you?" Rosita asked. Michonne looked nervous.

"Video? Of what?" she asked turning to Sasha.

"Oh. Of your spoken word. I recorded it and uploaded it to YouTube," she said with a smile.

"Girl, your messy ass did not do that?" Michonne said to her kind of shocked. Sasha grinned.

"I sure did. That shit was dope. You talented girl. The world need to know," Sasha told her.

"I should beat your ass," Michonne said.

"But you won't, sooo," Sasha taunted. All the girls started to laugh. Just then Daryl and Paul walked up to me.

"Brought the model?" Daryl said handing me another beer. I had downed the last one fast. I looked over at her and she was still talking to her friends.

"Yeah," I simply said. He nodded his head.

"Gorgeous girl, man. Come to think about it. For the first single, off our album we should use them in the video. All those girls are gorgeous," Paul said to both of us.

"You guys shooting a video?" I said taking a swig of my beer. Paul nodded his head.

"Yeah, man. To the song Girls World. We're releasing the track next week," he said excitedly. It was one of their more contemporary commercial singles they just recorded.

"That's exciting guys," I told them.

"Yeah. Now that I've seen Michonne up close, she's got to be the main girl in the video. I'm already thinking up cool shit for this thing." Paul always looked like he was thinking. He had good ideas, though.

"Let's go warm up. Play something smooth for our little audience," he said to Daryl. Daryl nodded his head and turned back to me.

"What's up with you and Michonne? You was around her all last night. Y'all disappeared for like thirty minutes. You with her today. Seems like you not feeling Lori anymore." He was right. I hadn't thought about Lori all day. Not since I talked to her earlier.

"As far as I know, we are just hanging out. She's got a nice vibe. Chill personality." Good pussy. I shook my head. Get your mind out of the gutter, Grimes.

"I got it. Doing the same myself," he said looking at Sasha. He hit my chest. "Bout to warm the bass up with some Fleetwood Mac," he told me and walked off.

I nodded my head. They like covering songs from other artists. It took their minds off their own work, so they could come back fresh and anxious to perform their music. I watched them play a couple of songs before Michonne walked up to me.

"Wanna go? I haven't had much sleep and-"

"Yeah," I said to her quickly. I rubbed her cheek with my hand. I wanted to kiss her, but I felt that would be weird. "I need to get home myself," I added.

She said goodbye to her friends who said they would see her at the apartment and I said my goodbyes, as well. Daryl nodded to me as we left.

"Can I ask you something?" I said to her as we walked outside. I decided to get us a cab. I didn't want to waste the money, but she was really tired and it was almost 11 at night. Still early, but when you're missing hours of sleep, time seems to drag. Drinking those beers didn't help either.

"Sure," Michonne said looking up at me. A cab drove up to the curb and I opened the door for her. She smiled and got inside, then I got in.

"It's a two parter. What is a 'whole snack' and what is a 'zaddy', and are those good things?" I asked her. My white, country boy was coming out of me. She started to sleepily chuckle and grabbed my hand.

"It's a good thing. It just means you're really cute," she told me.

"It's just something girls say. It's not anything bad," she added and I nodded my head. She leaned her head against my shoulder and started to yawn. I lifted the arm she was resting against and wrapped it around her. She snuggled against me and we rode like that to her side of town. Our day was coming to an end and I was feeling like I was about to lose a part of myself. That was the bad thing about good days.

They had to end.

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"You can come up if you want to," she said when we reached her brownstone. It had been a beautiful day. We spent pretty much all of it together. Everything I did today, I normally did. I normally went out to eat. I normally chilled with Daryl, but I didn't feel empty, like I was just going through the motions.

"I don't know. I wasn't trying to be a bother. I know you got room mates so.." I started to trail off. She shook her head.

"Well, Sasha is with Daryl. Rosita and Tara don't live with us, they are just over here all the time. So, just come upstairs with me," she said again. This time she was telling me to. I raised my eyebrows and followed her up to her place.

Michonne fumbled with her keys, eventually unlocking her door. We entered her apartment, which had a nice vibe to it. Art was scattered everywhere, but her place was neat. More colorful than my place. Colors of orange, cream, and brown decorated the furniture and pillows. Felt warm, It actually felt like a home. She bypassed her living room and started walking to to her bedroom. I followed her in there.

"So this is my room. Don't laugh at my art project," she said to me. I smiled. There was a lot of red everywhere. A lot of anger. I could tell with the brush strokes that she was going through something when she did this. Then there was one little area of white. Of hope for something.

"I like it," I said to her. She scoffed then smiled.

"No you don't. Shut up." She laughed and went to her dresser and grabbed a hair tie, putting her locs into a ponytail. I sat down on her bed. There were paintings everywhere and lots of pictures of her and Sasha. Some with whom I assumed were her parents.

A few of them were cut up, the same guy appearing in all of them. Well, just his shoulders or part of his face I didn't ask her who the person was. It didn't matter. She fell down on the bed and closed her eyes.

I smiled and took my shoes off, laying next to Michonne. Once I settled in good beside her, I felt at ease, comfortable, and sleepy. I really needed to rest today, but spending my time with Michonne wasn't a bad way to miss out on sleep.

"Michonne?" I said to her.

"Hmmm," she moaned out. She was on the brink of going to sleep herself. We were up the previous night for a while. I know I was.

"I had a good time with you today," I admitted to her. I honestly did. I wanted the day to go on for a while, but I was tired like her.

"I had a good time too," she said in a mumble. She spent most of today with me, taught art class, went to school herself, and all with little sleep because of me and my show. I told myself I should get up and go home, but the mild breeze coming from her window felt nice. I heard light laughter from outside, and Michonne's breathing was soft, then heavy. I wrapped my arms tighter around her.

After a while, I heard nothing but silence.

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It was three thirty eight in the morning when I woke up. I still had my arms draped around Michonne. She stirred beside me, purring like a cat.

"Well, good late night, early morning," she said, backing up against me. I knew she felt it. I had morning wood.

Everyone knew guys got it, so I wasn't ashamed. Also, Michonne had her nice, round, big ass, backed up against my dick. She was going to feel something. She moved closer to me.

"Oh my god. I slept so good," she said looking at her phone. I had to agree. I hadn't slept this peaceful in weeks.

"I told you it would feel good to sleep in with you." I pulled her even closer to me. She laughed, turned and faced me, covering her mouth.

"I have morning breath," she said nearly mumbling. I moved her hand and kissed her lips. I didn't kiss her all day yesterday, but when I kissed her just now, it didn't fucking matter. She pulled away from me, but I kissed her again. I really didn't care.

And she didn't seem to care either eventually. She kissed my lips slowly. The moon beat down on our faces as I took in her softness. As my hands explored her body, I realized I didn't really know her body well enough. All of the peaks and valleys. I didn't know where to touch her to make her toes curl, or how long I had to rub her nipples before they became hard underneath my fingertips.

I wanted to know. I moved away from her and started to unbutton her dodgers jersey. The grey and black material flapped open. Underneath it she wore a white lace bra. The material looked gorgeous against her skin. She looked away shyly, like I hadn't seen her before.

"Don't tell me the girl who wanted to just fuck when we first met is shy now. The one who then fucked me in a supply closet," I said as her stomach rose up and down. My hand stalled there as she looked up at me.

"Not shy. I'm just usually-"

"In control. Even when we were at the opening, you wanted me to fuck you. You laughed when I pulled you through the crowd to the back," I bent low to kiss her belly. She shook a little.

"You trying to figure me out?" she said squirming, my hands pulling slightly at her leggings. Her skin felt hot underneath my fingertips. I kissed the top of her hipbone, and she sucked in air like she had just been burned.

"I should ask some questions. Don't know what you like. What parts on you are sensitive?" I licked her stomach. I heard the tiniest moan escape from her plump lips, her breathing getting faster.

"I'm..." She licked her lips. "You're just going to have to figure that out on your own," she said almost challenging me. I liked a challenge. I hovered over her.

"Here?" I said kissing her belly button. She quivered.

"Nope. Not there," she said looking down at me.

"Here?" I said licking a trail down her stomach to the top of her leggings. She shook her head, raising her hips to meet my questing lips.

"You're not even close," she said taunting me. I bit the top of her leggings, grabbing the thin fabric to pull down her legs. I'm pretty sure I could find what I was looking for...find the place that made her shake out of control.

I kissed her on her hips and in that little crease beside her center. She was starting to glisten and I could feel my dick getting even harder. I pressed it against the bed to dull the sensation down, but it just got me more stiff.

My tongue licked that wet trail on her slit. I could taste her and wanted to taste her some more. Her hips kept rising; I was the one taunting her now.

"Was that it?...Here?" I asked her. I could hear short little breaths leave her, but she shook her head, still acting like I didn't have her center pulsing. I was hard as fuck right now, aching to feel the wetness I was just tasting, but I had to have her juices on my tongue again.

I parted her slit, my lips finding her little bud and grazing it. Her juices were sticking to my tongue, and I couldn't get enough.

I talked over her clit as I asked her again. "What about here?" I mumbled into her pussy. She grabbed my hair and I parted her lips even more, completely covering her. She couldn't talk, she just let out these sexy sounds arching her back, her fingers played in my hair.

I let out a long groan thinking about how good her pussy tasted...about how wet that shit was. And she moaned, too, holding onto me. Her fingernails were clawing at my back, she couldn't decide where to put her hands. They were rubbing all over me.

"Yes...there, Rick. Right there," she said looking down at me. Her head fell back again and I moved my tongue quickly over her tender clit. Her moans made me want to kiss her deeply there. My lips sucked on her, licked her, slurped her, and my fingers found her soft, silky opening. I entered two of them in her slowly. Her hips knew what to do. I sat up a little and looked at Michonne as I fingered inside of her.

She couldn't help how much she wanted it. I couldn't help how much I wanted to give it to her. To see her lose control just from my fingers being inside her, that thought did something to me. I bent back down to continue tasting her. Felt like I could do it for hours if she didn't pass out.

"Damn, Rick. I like that. Just like that, baby," she said moving against my tongue. I moaned against her and she started to shake. I had to fuck her. I just had to.

I hurriedly grabbed my wallet from my back pocket and pulled out a condom. I threw it on the floor and got off the bed to take my pants off. I had never rushed so fast to put one on. It seemed like it was taking forever and she sexily moved against the bed waiting for me. She started to play with herself and I got jealous. I wanted to make her moan.

"Move your hand," I told her. She brought out this side I never knew. It kind of scared the shit out of me. It didn't scare her.

"No," she told me, her lips forming a smile. She moved her hand faster over her slickness, more sexy gasps leaving her. Jesus, she wanted me to explode. I got on the bed and moved in front of her, my hands on her bent knees. My dick was throbbing to be inside her.

She liked to toy with me; to tease me and I liked when Michonne did it. Just fucking sexy as hell. "Move your hand," I growled again, with a little more authority. She looked at me as she played with herself. I started stroking my dick, anxiously wanting to get inside her wet pussy.

"Make me," she whispered out. She look like she was almost there, but I wasn't going to let her cum. Not now. I moved her hand quickly and didn't let her prepare to take me. I looked at her face and she was lost in pleasure and pain, a tiny smile still there.

Michonne liked to be in control. She liked to get her way. I figured that out. But she liked me to take control, too, and I liked that. I plunged into her and she clenched herself around me. As I sunk further into her, she arched her back, taking all of me in. Michonne was driving me crazy. I pulled her breasts out of her white bra, sucking on her nipples. Only moans escaped her lip.

Her head fell back, her neck was exposed. I licked her there, then sucked on her skin. Her hands found my hair again, and she played with my curls. I loved her hands in my hair.

Michonne had me thinking about shit that I didn't usually think about. Like breakfast in bed, and walks in the park. Getting a dog and going to plays.

I took her face in my hand to steady her, as I moved inside her. I needed to look into her brown eyes. "I like you, Michonne," I told her. I know you're not supposed to say shit like that during sex, but I did. I'm really attracted to her. From that moment she stepped into my apartment two weeks ago, I knew then.

"I like you, too," she said clinging to me. Her whimpers were in my ear. I grew harder inside of her, and blood was rushing in my ears. Where did she come from? Why didn't our paths cross sooner than this? I pumped inside of her faster, my mouth crushing hers. I could hear her cry out for God each time I stroked inside of her. Each time I slid into her, she shuddered beneath me.

"God, Michonne," I husked out. Damnnn. I was falling for her.

I felt her tightening against me. I heard her whimpers turn into tiny moans as she dug her fingers into my back. I grinded inside of her and she screamed. It only made me work harder until I felt what she was feeling.

"Rick, Rick, Rick, Rickkkkk," she kept screaming. "Rickkk," she groaned, and I lost every fucking thing inside of me. She still hung onto me as I met her there. I couldn't stop moving until the pulsing feeling I felt stopped. I buried my face in her neck and just lay there. Her hands found my curls again; her touch was all I was wanting right now.

I never knew what to say afterwards with her. She was so quiet and I was so shook. Her fingers dragged against my back, through my hair, on the back of my neck. We were both sweating and breathing fast.

"You are going to consume me," she said finally. I moved off of her and looked at her ceiling. I didn't understand what she meant by that.

"What do you mean?" I asked turning back over and pulling her closer to me. She still had her white bra and dodgers jersey on. My hands searched over her breasts again. I wanted some more of her, but I cooled my thoughts.

"What we're doing. How you make me feel. You just taking over me and we barely know each other. I don't really say much about myself. Don't want to tell you everything for you to just break my heart," she said laying it all out there. Michonne never beat around the bush.

"I'm not trying to break your heart. I like you. I know that. And I know I want to be around you more. To get to know you better. Damn, Michonne. I ain't never felt like this before," I told her rubbing her stomach. I never did. Not with Lori. Not with anyone.

"I like you, too. I just don't want to rush into anything. We keep having sex like this," she said moving closer to me. "I'm going to fall hard. I don't want that. But I like you." I ran my fingers through her locs, leaning down to kiss her again. She looked so beautiful, so fucking gorgeous.

"Well, why don't we just take it slow...go with the flow...you know," I said being light with her, but serious.

We could take our time and see how things go. The summer was coming. It would be no better time to get to know her. She'd be on break. I always had time to do shit. She giggled and kissed me back.

"We can do that," she said as her lips grazed my cheek. She then bit my earlobe and that feeling covered me again. That feeling of needing to be in her.

"Yeah," I said l and pulling her closer to me. "We can do that," I said holding her close. She had her secrets. I had some, too. Right now we were going to go slow.

And discover each other.