The Way You Make Me Feel - A Michael Jackson Love Story

Chapter 72- Fight for you

 "There's a reason why two people stay together. They give each other something nobody else can."

-Unknown

 Tatiana's POV

 "Tatiana?" Paul says staring at me, as I stare at him nervously.

 "W-what?" I ask nervously chewing my bottom lip slightly.

 "Why are you looking like that?" he asks turning away slightly taking off his jacket throwing it over the couch casually.

 "Like what?" I say blankly.

 "Why are you looking like you just saw Freddy Krueger?" he furrows his eyebrows slightly chuckling. I blush deeply and his eyes widen catching on.

 "O-oh!" he stutters and puts a hand to his forehead letting out his carefree laugh. "Y-you thought--" he busts out into a fit of laughter again, as I frown. He looks up at me clearing his throat as he stops laughing.

 "I'm sorry." he grins. I glare at him as he raises his hands defensively. "Hey, I mean if you want to--"

 "Paul!"

 "Fine, fine..." he says with a wide grin. “I’m just playing. Here I'll show you your room." he says taking my hand in his walking up the steps.

 Paul’s POV

 If Tatiana wasn’t here right now, I would’ve hit my head against the wall.

 She looked so beautiful, tonight. Her golden hair flowing, that bounced every time she walked. Her deep hazel eyes, that sparkles. And her body—

 “Paul?” Tatiana says snapping me out of my thoughts.

 “W-what?”  I shake my head realizing we’ve been standing at the top of the steps.

 “What way?”

 “Down here…” I nod walking down the hall with her. I glance at her from the corner of my eye and I look away clearing my throat.

I opened the bedroom door revealing the luxury guestroom. Tatiana walks in slowly, her eyebrows rising in surprise as she takes it all in.

The room décor is kept simple. The white bed adorned with pillows with different patterns and designs, the sheets made from white Egyptian cotton. But the most breathtaking sight however was the walls. The walls are made of windows, overlooking the city of Los Angeles.

“Wow…” Tatiana breathes looking out the windows. “Paul—it’s gorgeous…”

“Yeah, I bought the house because of the view.” I shrug smiling leaning against the doorway watching her as she looks around.  I stare at her body and shake my head fast. 

“I’ll pick out something you can change into—“I say going down the hall. I walk in my own bedroom grabbing an oversized black t-shirt. I walk back in the bedroom looking around for Tatiana.

“Hey Tati—“I call looking around. She comes out the bathroom her hair pulled up in a high curly bun.

 Tatiana’s POV

 “Oh here….” Paul says handing me his shirt.

 “Thank you—“I feel my face grow warm and I fiddle with the shirt.

 He starts to chuckle. “When did you become all shy?” he jokes.

 I roll my eyes blushing. “This is my first time spending the night at a guy’s house…” I say casually scratching my head embarrassed.