I woke up to a moan. My own to be specific and thick calloused hands massaging my shoulders, relieving me of every kink in my neck and shoulder.
"Michael?" I bit my lip, trying not to smile. I felt lighter and if I was honest, I had wanted to ask him if he could give me a massage last night but I changed my mind when he was acting like a sex-craved teenager.
"Yes, baby. Good morning" he answered as he straddled me. I let out a breath of relief, one that quickly turned into a breathy moan.
"Let me take you out on a date today?" He asked softly and his hands slithered down to my back and below my waist, above my butt.
"Why can't we just stay at home?" I fumbled, my stomach had turned to mush. I gulped and he suddenly stopped before laying on the bed right next to me. His eyes met mine and I thanked God he couldn't see my blush.
"You're blushing" he pointed out with a smirk and I rolled my eyes.