Playboy (I Wanna Be Yours) (A Michael Jackson Love Story) Part 2

"Michael," I echoed, shocked. "Do you truly mean that?" He sat, still as a statue, for a moment or so. Once Michael got a true grip of the serious statement that he had just made, he responded, "Yes, I do." He tightened his grip on my hand. "I don't know why.....but....something about you feels...right. At home." I gave a huge smile. I willingly gave him a bear hug, knocking him over onto my bed. I was playfully on top of him. "Well...." I giggled. He got to his feet gently. "Sammi....you are way too much." I stood to meet him. His hand was becoming clammy. His eyes darted wildly, like a wolf that was tracking his prey. "Boyfriend, are you okay?" He smiled upon hearing the phrase I had just used. "Yeah." "I'm real tired though." "Awww....well...after the show you can get some rest." I rubbed his back slowly, just above his shoulder blade. He yawned. "Sam...that makes me sleepy." I returned the same motion, up and down, keeping the same pace. "This feels so good." "Relax, Mike. We've got 15 minutes." He nodded, thoughtlessly. After a few minutes, I asked. "May I play with your hair?" He turned, confused. "Why do you want to play with my hair," he asked, an adorable look on his face. "Cuz its so pretty...like a princess." He giggled, giving in. "Okay, babe." I took his hair tie out and put it on my side table. It fell meatly just below his shoulders. I ran my fingers through it, carefully. I did not come across one single knot. It curled in a way I had never seen before. I tied it back up and whispered in his ear, "I wanna write on your back." "Sammi," he laughed. "What have I gotten myself into?" "A big mess," I responded, playfully. First, I drew the letter "I" He nodded. L and O proceeded. Next came V and E. He giggled after the E. I smiled, wrapping my arms around his waist. While drawing that letter, I had written on his lower back. "Why'd you laugh, Mikey?" "Did the E tickle?" He laughed continuously as I drew many more E's in the same spot. "Okay these next ones count, Bearsy." He blushed. Y, O, and U followed. "Put it together, Mikey." He thought for a moment and said "Awwww Sammi....I love you too." We hugged closely. He smelled of fresh daises, oranges, and perfume all mixed together. My phone beeped. "Hello?" "Hey, Sammi...the pagent is about to start. You comin'?" Shoot. I had forgotten entirely. Sweetly I responded, "Of course, Hugh...I'll be down as soon as I can." "Thanks, doll. Bye bye." I hung up. Michael was readily holding my yellow bikini. He tossed it to me. "No looking, Boo," I teased. Michael had a huge frown on his face." "Awww....man." I smiled. I changed quickly as Michael turned the other way. "Can I open my eyes," he pleaded. "Not yet." I slipped on my bathing suit and a towel over it. "Okay, now you can." "Why the towel,?" "You can't see me until the pagent," I reminded him. "Poop." He held out his hand. I accepted the gesture. We began down the stair for the first time: As a couple. (TBC)