8. I hate you!
"We headed for the couch. I laid back, Michael on top of me taking off my shirt revealing my purple lace bra.
"Holy shit." Mikey's eyes widened. "What?" I felt embarrassed. "You're just so beautiful."
I took off Michaels shirt and started kissing his pink lips, his tongue fighting for dominance.
His hand slipping down into my sweatpants. "Michael stop..." I felt nervous. "What is it?"
"Um I never did these kind of things before, knowing Ashton he would murder me." "Its fine kitten, just let me do all the work." He smirks and slips his hand into my sweatpants once more.