Michael Jackson Imagines

51. Kelly

Kelly's POV

"I'm gonna get you!" I hollered running after Michael. He just hit me and ran for no reason, so, this means war.

I ran and ran around the house, after him. I was getting closer and closer to catching him when he tripped and fell. I tripped over him and fell on top of him. I smirked then we started playing fighting.

He rolled over on top of me and pinned me down. "What now?" He questioned holding me down. I squirmed but couldn't get free.

He looked in my eyes and leaned in. I was a little nervous, like always but I kissed back. The kiss was beginning to get deeper and deeper and that's when I pulled away. He was feeling on my body but I stopped him.

"Michael..."

"What's wrong baby?" He asked concerned at the look on my face.

"I-I can't do it. It's not you, it's me. I know that's what they all say but I'm serious. Look at me. Why would you want this?" I cried in disgust.

"Who wouldn't want that? Kelly, you are everything I want in a women. You are what I want, and you're beautiful and intelligent and I love you..." He was very sincere, he meant what he said.

"But-"

"No buts, you are what I want and you are mine. I will forever love you, remember that," He smiled getting up then helping me up also.

I sighed. "Thanks Michael, I love you too," I blushed as he kissed my rosy cheek. We hugged for what felt like forever. I felt better, safe, and protected. I truly love him.