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

Chapter 101 -Findings

Tatiana's POV

"Michael," I call softly to the gorgeous man next to me. I was in his flannel and boxers,. Michael, however, was a pair of flannel bottoms and his usual white t-shirt. I nudge him softly, and starts planting small kisses on his neck, "Miiiiiiiiiiiiichael...." I whisper softly.

He stirs a little before lightly opening his eyes, but he squints because everything's bright. He turns to see me looking down at him, smiling. "Hi..." he says softly, smiling.

"Hey," I lean down and kisses his lips. "You should get up." I whisper before pulling away.

"You morning people..." he mumbles groggily, snuggling in the covers closing his eyes.

"It's almost twelve in the afternoon, Michael." I chuckle.

Waking up Michael was like trying to wake the dead, at times. And if he wanted too he could sleep all day.

Except today.

On Saturday, and Sunday we didn't have rehearsals usually. So we decided to use the weekend to spend time together. And the last thing I wanted to do was spend it sleeping, in Hawaii.

"Yeah, well..." he mumbles, smirking, pulling the sheets up over his head and turning the opposite direction of me. "Goodnight."

I chuckle again, cuddling up closer to him, the only thing dividing our bodies are the sheets. I gently remove the sheets from his face and speaks softly in his ear, "If you're not up when I'm done with my shower..."

"Then what?" he mutters.

I find myself smirking before pressing my lips against his ear. "You'll see..."

Michael smirks taking me by surprise pulling me onto him, deepening the kiss as he slides his tongue in my mouth. He pulls away, our faces still close, "I'd rather stay and do this..." he whispers, giving a cheeky grin.

I snort and pulls away, hitting him with a pillow. "Fat chance..."

I walk over to the windows, opening the curtains letting the bright sun shine through as he groans loudly hiding under the covers.

"It's a gorgeous day, Michael. And we should go out and enjoy it..."

"I'm tired.." he moans.

"Michael, pleeeease?" I whine as his brown eyes peek at me from the white sheets.

I bite my lip pleadingly as he sighs sitting up. "Fine..." he swings his legs over getting out the bed. "But I don't know what we can do...we can't exactly do things without camera's following." he mutters.

"I got it covered..." I grin and ducks in the bathroom, quickly slips on my clothes from the night before. "But first, I'm gonna go back to my room and get a shower and some clothes on...I'll be back at 1:30..."

I come back out as he takes his clothes from me, tossing them on the bed.

"Okay..." he yawns stretching, before leaning in to kiss my cheek. I turn to walk away and he gently grabs me by my waist staring me in my eyes;

"I love you..." he whispers softly as I feel my cheeks grow warm.

"I love you too..." I think to myself.

But instead of saying it I look down and nods, as he sighs releasing his grip on me gently.

"I-I'll be back soon..." I whisper before rushing out the door. I close it behind me, before pressing my back against the wall.

Why is it so hard to say it back?

Michael's POV

I sigh sitting on the bed, my elbows on my knees as I hold my head."Be patient, Michael...it'll take time.." I think to myself, biting my lip.

And knowing Tatiana, it would take a long time too. Not just because she needed time....but she was also very stubborn. 

I close my eyes, breathing out before hearing a knock at the door. I get up tiredly as I walk down the hall again opening the door;

"Wassup man..." Greg nods as I let him in. "I tried to get Frank but he wasn't around--but uhm, do you have those notes you wanted me to go over?"

"Yeah, come on in..." I rub my nose. "I have them somewhere..."

I look around before walking in the other room, going through a stack of papers on the dresser. I squint my eyes spotting the sheets that read Greg, as I give them to him.

"Thanks..." he looks through them. "So question, I was--woah..."

He stops speaking before slowly pulling out one of the sheets of paper.

"What's this....?"

I look down seeing the papers he has in his hands before quickly trying to snatch them away. He pulls away as I feel my heart pounding.

There in his hands was a receipt and sketch.

For a ring.

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