| "You need anything?" She stared at him intently from the side of the bed she had propped herself on. "No, and if I do, I will get it. Lay down with me, I don't bite, often." A mischevious smile took his lips and she couldn't resist feeling his arms around her again. She carefully placed her head on his shoulder, as he wrapped his arms around her and turned to his side. "Be careful, babe." She scolded him. "Thank you." He moved a strand of her hair from her face. "For getting on to you?" She looked up at him like a lost puppy dog, and he smiled while restraining the urge to hop from the bed to search for a camera. "No for caring, have I told you lately how cute you are?" He watched her face turn from pink to red when he wouldn't look away. "No, refresh my memory." She settled her eyes on his shirt to keep from blushing again. "Very, can we do something? I am bored." "I see how much my company means to you. What can you do? I mean without hurting." "You'd be surprised." He raised an eyebrow, and gauged her reaction before pulling himself from the bed, and walking from the room without another word. "Hey, you trying to get away?" She walked into his music room, where he was seated, his chair facing the spot she had walked in. "No, just wanted you to come here." "You always get your way." She threw her hands up in defeat. "I know." He winked at her before turning to the controls in front of him. "You should be in bed, the doctor ordered you two days bed rest." She took the seat next to him and waited for him to reply. "Come here." He patted his lap, and she obliged. "What do you want?" She watched his blue eyes run over her body, and she felt more beautiful than she ever had before. "Just a kiss." He held his bottom lip with his teeth. She gently moved closer, and pulled his head to meet hers. He put his hand at the back of her neck to increase his pressure on her lips. He slid his tongue into her mouth and ran it across every surface before retreating. "Thank you." He placed one last kiss on her lips. "Your welcome." She turned her attention to the controls. "Why did you want to come here?" "I want you to record a track for me." He guided her off his lap and walked toward the booth. "Where's the background music?" She watched him walk to a microphone and place a pair of headphones on his head. "Just push play." He licked his lips and popped his neck to prepare himself. She played the background music and listened intently for about a minute before interrupting him. "Babe, make it sound like you are mad." She made her best mean face, and a smile took his lips. "No mad." She teased. He began again and again. But she kept stopping him to instruct him how to sound. Almost an hour later she was finally content with the way it sounded and dismissed him from the booth. "You are tough." He fell into the chair next to her. "I knew you could do better." She stood and massaged his shoulders. "Mmm, you should do that more often." His eyes fluttered closed as he began to purr. "You are just lucky you are getting babied today, don't get used to it. How about some dinner?" She slowly decreased pressure before abondoning his shoulders completely. "Yeah, but we should head back to your house, your guests are probably flipping out." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Hi, they leave you all alone?" She greeted Bailey, who was watching TV by himself. "Yeah, what happened to you?" He refered to Justin's stitches. "I had an accident." He joined him on the couch. As he started to go into detail Michelle made her way to the kitchen, to prepare something for dinner. "That sounds horrible." Bailey offered when Justin was done. "Yeah, I'm just sorry Michelle was there." Regret hung from his every word. "Why?" "She didn't need to see that, it probably scared the shit out of her." Justin tilted his head in thought. "It would have scared me had it been the other way around." His voice faded as he spoke, the last words were just above a whisper. "She's tough though, she's been through worse." Bailey stood and left Justin with his thoughts. What if Michelle had agreed to ride with him? What if he had followed her? He didn't know wether to feel unlucky because he was in a wreck, or lucky because she wasn't. Ten minutes later he finally lifted himself from the couch and made his way to the kitchen. Michelle immediately picked up on his mood change. "What's wrong?" She ran a wooden spoon through the soup she was making. "Nothing, just thinking." He situated himself next to Bailey at the table. "I made soup, your nervous stomache may not be able to handle anything else." She pulled three bowls from a cabinet and began to make thier dinner. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Babe, you okay? You were so quiet during dinner." She looked up at him as she ran a towel through her hair. "Yeah, just thinking." He laid back on a pillow. "How was your shower?" "Good, how was your bath?" She threw her towel into the hamper and made a mental note to do laundry the next day. "Hard, these damn stitches can't get wet, and I just.. nevermind come here." He beckoned her to the inticing bed. "You poor thing." She ran a finger around the stitches on his forehead and placed a kiss just below them. "I feel better already." . "Good, night Juju Bean." Her hand clicked the switch of the lamp on the bedside table and darkness took the room. Her face was inches from his and he could feel her warm breath on his face. He reached for her and she took a few steps back to become unreachable. He took the two steps, but she was always two steps away, just close enough to see, in the fading light. But just far enough to be out of reach. He tried taking two steps back to make her come forward, but it didn't work, she began to walk faster and faster, smiling at him the whole time, like she didn't understand what was going on. He called to her, over and over, trying to make her come to him, but to no avail. Suddenly, she stopped, and fear took her face, a look so needing, he had to get to her. Wind blew her curls in all directions, as tears ran down her face, but she never called to him. Her eyes looked directly into his, and he knew she needed him, but his feet wouldn't carry him. Her eyelids fell and she was gone, just as he finally reached her. A black rose was in her place, and he pulled it towards him. Just as he got it close enough to smell, in hopes it would be her scent, the pedals dispersed themselves into the wind. The wind twirled them, then let them fall to the ground, as Michelle's face appeared one last time, with a look of dispair that made him want to cry. |
| Chapter Nineteen |