sex lessons ~ mgc

Chapter 23

(Im gonna start writing in present tense now otherwise it gets confusing😂)

MICHAEL'S P.O.V

I showered and changed, looking for something the tiniest bit smart to wear to dinner, all I had was black skinny jeans and a plaid shirt so I settled on that, not smart I know but it will do.

Calum came into the dorm moments later, a smile on his lips.

"What?" I frown as he smiles like a goof.

"Stacey," he replies simply, leaving me to work out the rest.

"Have you fucked Lauren yet then?" Calum asks, stuffing his face with the pizza shapes.

"No." I reply as I style my hair.

"What?!" Calum seems shocked.

"It's not all about sex." I reply.

"Fucking hell, you've had a change of heart." Calum chuckles to himself.

I am still very much sex obsessed, but I've also come to realise the more important things, like memories and experiences.

I check the time, its 4:50, 10 minutes until I pick Lauren up.

I leave the dorm and take a short walk around campus, seeing people and things I've never seen.

I decide to go and knock 5 minutes early, taking a deep breath and feeling somewhat nervous as I waited for her to answer the door.

My jaw falls open as I see her stunning appearance. she's undeniably good looking, no one can deny that. and although I only want her body, I have a little soft spot for her.

Her hair is curled loosely and she is wearing a dark purple skater dress with black heels.

I find myself lost for words.

"Something wrong?" she chuckles.

"No, er, you are just so, so beautiful." I stutter.

She smiles and leans her head up towards mine, her soft lips pressing against mine slowly.

"Let's go." I whisper into her hair.

She nods and I take her hand, walking out of the dorms and off campus towards my car.

She sits in the passenger seat and I climb in the drivers seat, turning the key and allowing the engine to roar before we set off to the restaurant, singing 'the 1975' together.

There was a small bit of traffic as we drove to the restaurant and my hand was placed on her creamy thigh, the pad of my thumb rubbing soft patterns on her skin.

The wait feels like forever as we sit in traffic but eventually we reach 'délicieux' the restaraunt that we are eating at.

"Délicieux" she says, reading the sign as we walk in.

"It translates as delicious in French, I guess we'll find out if that's a correct translation or wether it's 'merde'." I laugh.

"What does merde mean?" she asks.

"Shit." I reply and she chuckles.

"Good evening, table for two?" a smartly dressed waiter asked.

"Yes please." I say, as smartly as I could muster.

"Okay, follow me." He smiles, walking through the restaraunt to a empty booth and placing two menus on the table.

"We shall be back to take your orders shortly." He says in a slight French accent.