chapter six - living for something
5:45
"Madison -"
I shut the alarm off without protest and fall right back asleep. My dream isn't a dream anymore. It is real, so tangible, just like the man I kissed almost two weeks ago . His lips made my knees weak, his smile made my heart flutter, and the way his hands felt against mine made me blush. I close my eyes and pretend to sleep while Nathaniel gets dressed. I feel his lips on my cheek.
"I'll be home early tonight. They overbooked a bunch of things, and ever since the bomb threat, they don't want us working that late, anyway."
I stir and make a noise, indicating him I understood him, though I really don't care.
Life had been so easy now that Michael walked into it. He made me not care about a thing in my life, and it feels so good to know that someone actually cares about me.
Once I hear the door close downstairs, I jump up and check my BlackBerry.
I was up half the night thinking about you. I'm actually coming to DC this afternoon to stay for a couple of days...visiting some friends. :) I'd love to see you again. It's been so long since I've seen you. I miss you.
Squealing and jumping on my bed, I look at the clock and start to fix the bed, spraying a woodsy perfume all over it. Michael says he loves the smell of it. Sighing and falling back on the white comforter, I hold onto my pillow.
"I'm so in lust!" I shout and bury my face into the pillow.
It was almost 11 in the morning, and I am standing in front of my walk-in closet in a pair of lacy, black briefs and a matching bra. Rows and rows of different colors, patterns, and styles jumped out at me, but none of them are the ones that are good enough to be in the presence of Michael.
"They're just clothes, Madi, get your crap together," I pull down a white, long sleeved, casual button down shirt and slip my arms through while I search for my bottoms down below me. Pulling out a pair of black Bermuda shorts, I hear my phone vibrate. It has to be Michael. My heart races every time I think about him, so my heart was beating more than the average person per minute. It feels as if he's my one and only, and Nathaniel isn't even in the picture. Licking the corner of my mouth, I check the message as I slightly tuck in my shirt.
Change of plans. I hope you're ready right now because I'm about a half hour away. I can smell your perfume already.
"Madison -"
I shut the alarm off without protest and fall right back asleep. My dream isn't a dream anymore. It is real, so tangible, just like the man I kissed almost two weeks ago . His lips made my knees weak, his smile made my heart flutter, and the way his hands felt against mine made me blush. I close my eyes and pretend to sleep while Nathaniel gets dressed. I feel his lips on my cheek.
"I'll be home early tonight. They overbooked a bunch of things, and ever since the bomb threat, they don't want us working that late, anyway."
I stir and make a noise, indicating him I understood him, though I really don't care.
Life had been so easy now that Michael walked into it. He made me not care about a thing in my life, and it feels so good to know that someone actually cares about me.
Once I hear the door close downstairs, I jump up and check my BlackBerry.
I was up half the night thinking about you. I'm actually coming to DC this afternoon to stay for a couple of days...visiting some friends. :) I'd love to see you again. It's been so long since I've seen you. I miss you.
Squealing and jumping on my bed, I look at the clock and start to fix the bed, spraying a woodsy perfume all over it. Michael says he loves the smell of it. Sighing and falling back on the white comforter, I hold onto my pillow.
"I'm so in lust!" I shout and bury my face into the pillow.
It was almost 11 in the morning, and I am standing in front of my walk-in closet in a pair of lacy, black briefs and a matching bra. Rows and rows of different colors, patterns, and styles jumped out at me, but none of them are the ones that are good enough to be in the presence of Michael.
"They're just clothes, Madi, get your crap together," I pull down a white, long sleeved, casual button down shirt and slip my arms through while I search for my bottoms down below me. Pulling out a pair of black Bermuda shorts, I hear my phone vibrate. It has to be Michael. My heart races every time I think about him, so my heart was beating more than the average person per minute. It feels as if he's my one and only, and Nathaniel isn't even in the picture. Licking the corner of my mouth, I check the message as I slightly tuck in my shirt.
Change of plans. I hope you're ready right now because I'm about a half hour away. I can smell your perfume already.