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Michael takes his hands and runs them underneath my thigh, placing me on one of the tables in the living room.
His hands slide from my chest to my neck, and I gasp as he grips my neck tightly, pulling away from the kiss.
His eyes bore into mine, and as I gaped at him, he tilted his head at me.
“Do you promise never to do that again? Never to push me away for days, worried, and anxious, Noelle?”
“I promise,” I rasp.
“Mm,” he hums.
Michael’s hands wrap around my shirt, and with one pull it’s off of me.
“Michael,” I reprimand, “I loved that sh-,”
“Be quiet.”
As he releases my neck, dropping my torn shirt to the floor, I gulp.
“Take off your bra,” he demands, and I shift, bending my arms backward to unclasp my bra. I pull off the straps slowly, the anticipation building i
