"Would you rather date Liam or Zayn?" Michael asked, giggling.
"Hm." I looked at him and smiled. "Zayn, easily. Would you rather find out Ziam or Zouis is real?"
Michael rolled over and put his head on my chest. "Both. Those are my OTPs."
I laughed and played with his hair. Michael and I had been cuddling and talking and laying in my bed for the past hour. We had eaten the whole pan of brownies my brother brought home yesterday in less than 30 minutes.
"Would you rather be able to control water or fire?" Michael asked, looking up at me.
I moved his hair out of his eyes. "Fire." I said. Michael giggled and wrapped his arms around my torso.
"Would you rather... Kiss Ashton or Calum?" I asked after a few moments.
Michael was silent for a bit. He sat up slowly and looked at me. "Neither." He said quietly. "I'd rather kiss you."
I looked at him and sat up while he bit his lip. I pulled Michael closer without a word and kissed him. He set one of his hands on my neck and kissed me back.
The kiss was desperate and rushed. Then it was over.