"I want to talk to you about something serious," I said with sadness in my eyes.

"About what baby? Sorry I mean Ashley, force of habit," he giggled.

"I wonder why," I mumbled. Luckily, he didn't hear me. "Michael, you know; I like you."

"Ashley, I like you too, and I would love to have a relationship with you," he said softly into my eyes. He put his hand gently on my neck closer to his face.

"See, that's the problem," I looked down where I couldn't see his beautiful, almond shaped, chocolate brown eyes.

"What? That I want to date you?" he said playfully trying to cheer me.

"Michael it's not that. Your famous and all. I'm not and-"

"And what? Not famous enough either? Not beautiful enough? Baby, your all those things to me, you shouldn't care what others think," he looked at me deeply and passionately.

"I know I'm beautiful," I bragged. "But let me finish. The problem is my family, if they find out that I have anything to do with you, they'd never speak to me ever and I love my family. Family is everything to me, you of all people should know that."

"Yes, I understand." He looks down.

"Yeah, I just wish things whould be easier."

"Well, you should be able to take that risk for love," he kisses me roughly and passionately.

"So are we gonna fuck? Or?" I laughed.

"Nope, not fuck. Make love." he picks me up bridle style to his room, while I'm continuously giving him kisses all over his face.

Oh my god Michael loves me? He said "make love". Wow I love this feeling he's giving me. I thought to myself.

To be continued. . .

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