That's exactly what came out of his mouth.
It was deep,
Michael meets my gaze with glossy, red eyes.
I cuddle up beside him and put my head on the crook of his neck.
Our eyes meet again and our gaze instantly locks.
He slowly leans down, making sure that I'm comfortable with this.
I give him a slight nod and our lips touch.
It's different this time.
He is so gentle, acting like I'm a fragile doll like I'll break at any second.
It's the complete opposite.
He's broken, he's the fragile one.
His lips are soft, his lips feel like sugar, giving me sugar kisses.
He disconnects, our eyes still staring at each other.
I eventually look down and take a slice of pizza.
"Hey, that moment was super intimate!" Michael says.
"I like food more than I like people."
We are currently arguing who should have the last piece of pizza.
"But I like pizza more!" I whine trying to grab the piece. He swats my hand away and I pout.
Michael rips the pizza in half and gives me one with the crust.
I flash him a big smile and devour into the food.
"That was the stupidest fight I've ever had," Michael says.
"How was it stupid? That was some serious shit," I say to him.
"Oh c'mon Adelaide you've got to be kidding," he says rolling his eyes.
"What? I like food," I say back.
"Valid point," he replies.
"I know," I say.
"Stop acting like you know everything," Michael sighs, rolling his eyes.
"I'm usually always right, but when I'm wrong, I don't put up a fight," I say to him.
After we finish eating, I set up my computer in the middle of us so we can watch a movie.
I invite him onto the bed and he plops his body right next to mine.
"Do we really have to watch a movie?" Michael whines.
"You were the one who suggested it," I say logging into Netflix. In one swift motion, he closes the screen to my computer and moves it.
"Hey, what are you-"
"Let's just talk," he says, making my body turn to face him.
"Okay, then what do you want to talk about?" I ask him.
"I don't know."
"Wow, I didn't know that was going to be the answer," I reply back sighing.
"What do you want to talk about?" Michael asks me.
"I don't know," I respond.
"Didn't know that was going to be the answer," Michael says mocking me.
"Fuck off Mikey," I say slightly giving him a light slap.
"What did you just call me?" He asks.
"Mikey," I reply.
"Is that fine? I mean I can stop saying that," I say.
"No, I like it," he replies back.
"Good, because I like it too."