I woke and he startled me. He was sitting on the edge of my bed, looking down at my newly woken form. I wondered how long he had been here, waiting for me to awaken. He removed his hand from my shoulder and I knew by his slow exhale that he had been watching me for some time.

“How did you find me?” I asked, astonished. I was alone and had been all week. I wondered if he had planned this.

He exhaled a long breath then spoke. “Your brother told me how to find you.”

I furrowed my brow and rose squinting my eyes. I couldn’t see him well without my lenses so I got closer. “What did you tell him? I mean, why did he just tell you how to find me?”

“It’s a long story. Do you really care, anyway?” He spoke softly smiling at me. His smile was always so beautiful and it made me forget my other inquiries. I lay back against my pillow again and sighed.

“This is so cool, you know. I never expected to see you…ever.” I smiled bigger and felt my cheeks turn red in bashfulness. “We have to be careful, you know.”

Michael placed his hand on my ankle and caressed it slowly as he talked. “So, are you happy to see me, Carrie?” His hand moved upwards and I could see he was reluctant and nervous. It took him a very long time to move from my ankle. I smiled and inhaled, closing my eyes momentarily.

“I am very happy to see you, Michael.” I shifted my legs and he leaned upon his elbow on the bed. He continued to rub my legs and talk about simple things like books and movies. We had always enjoyed discussing movies and books and such. This was a conversation like any other except for the fact that we were face to face and I was nervous as hell. Michael chuckled out loud and spoke. “Are you zoning off over there?” he asked as he looked up at my face. His blue eyes amazed me and I grew even more nervous as he looked at me. His eyes met mine and I held my breath. Those eyes were beautiful, the smile…he was perfect.

Michael looked at me as if he wanted my reassurance to go further but I couldn’t make that decision for him. I was just waiting and I had made my own decision already. I would not regret any action taken this night even if it really shouldn’t. “You really are reluctant to touch me, aren’t you?” I asked in hopes of his denial. I wanted him to say no and I wanted him to touch me. I wanted his hand to move up my legs and beyond. I wanted it more than anything I had wanted in a long time.