Cold as ice itself, and pale as the snow itself, Michael Clifford is not the type of 6ft boy you should be messing with, unless it's a death with you are asking for.

But when someone crosses his path, his entire life turns all the way around, and maybe he might just show his soft spots.


28. Caught

I wake up in Michael's arms, feeling safe.

I quietly turn around and see his sleepy face.

His eyes are still closed, lips slightly parted. 

He is just beautiful, 

his personality,

his smile,

it's beautiful. 

His eyes slowly open and a smile appears on his lips. 

"Hey Adelaide," he says in a raspy voice.

God, I really love him. 

"Hey," I say back in a whisper.

"What time is it?"

"It's 12 PM," Michael says. 

"Shit," I say.

"What?" He asks.

"My parents," I begin to say.

"They're gonna kill me if they find out I'm not in my bed, or even at home."

I forcefully push the blanket off of me and stand up. I put my hands in my hair, my soft hands slowly turning into tight fists. 

I pace around the room, thinking what to do.

Two arms wrap around my waist and pull me closer to their body.

"Calm down, we will figure something out," Michael says to me. 

"It's... It's too late," I say to him, my eyes becoming red and tears spilling out of them. 

"No, no it's not."

We hear a forceful knock on the front door and hear someone scream,


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