Because of His Love

Chapter 5: Allyson - Oh My

I invite Michael over to my apartment for dinner instead. He accepts rather eagerly. I tell him he will have to help me cook and he agrees again. I can already tell he's interested in me and I wonder what makes him so eager to help me. By the time it's 3:00, Michael is antsy. We close up the store and head over to my apartment and into the kitchen.

"What time does your brother get home?"

"5:00 or 5:30."

"Good. That gives me time to put my evil plan in motion," he says with a hearty laugh.

"What evil?" I start to ask, but I am cut off by Michael pressing his lips to mine. I won't lie and say I haven't thought about kissing him because I've totally wanted to since day one. I wrap my good arm around his neck and open my lips to his exploring tongue. There's still a hint of the minty toothpaste he used this morning on his breath. This kiss leaves me speechless when he pulls away.

"I've been thinking about those lips since we met," he admits. This causes me to blush again. I can feel my face radiating heat. "You're so cute when you blush," he says, as he closes the distance between our lips again. The second kiss is more desperate and intense. I part my lips to him and our tongues dance around each other.

He slips his hand under my shirt and gropes my breast, only my bra is separating his hand from touching my flesh. I moan into his kiss and he slips his fingers under my bra. He massages small circles around my breast before he reaches behind me with his other hand to unclasp my bra. In an instant, his lips are on my neck and his hands are on my breasts. I can't think straight. I just want him to continue touching me and kissing me.

I gasp when he slides my leggings down while still kissing my neck. "Michael, we can't." I scurry to pull my leggings back up before he sees the bruises covering my body.

"I'm sorry, Allyson. I didn't mean to rush you." Now, I feel badly. The genuine hurt in his voice has me on edge.

"There's something you don't know," I say. I lead him into my sitting room and tell him all the sordid details. Anger flashes over his face. "I don't tell anyone, but I wanted you to know. I like you a lot."

"I like you, too, babe," he says. "How about we order a pizza and just watch a couple movies here?"

"What day is it?"

"Friday. Why?"

"Unless you want to listen to my brother and his girlfriend going at it half the night, we should watch movies at your place," I tell him. "The nights Melody comes over are the only nights Tyler doesn't notice if I'm here or not."

"No person should have to endure that," he says. "I wish I could help somehow." I shrug. I don't know what he can do. I don't even know what to do. We talk for a bit about the abuse I suffer. Finally, we switch topics to pizza. We agree on almost all toppings except I like black olives and he doesn't. He calls and orders three; one for him, one for me, and one for Tyler. I tell him not to for Tyler, but he says it's discounted when you order three. I say add extra spit and he laughs.

We leave a note on Tyler's pizza when it arrives and run upstairs before Tyler gets home. I don't want to see him and I know I don't want him to meet Michael. I know Tyler will create issues where there shouldn't be any. I just know how my brother behaves.

Michael picks out a movie from Netflix. We watch the movie while we eat our pizza. Once we've eaten our fill, Michael closes the boxes and pulls me into his arms. He's slender, but muscular. I can feel his muscles under his clothes.

Suddenly, I find myself fantasizing about what it would be like to have s*x with Michael instead of watching the movie. I'm deep in my fantasy until I realize the movie ended and Michael isn't making a move to find a new movie. His rhythmic breathing tells me he has fallen asleep. I yawn. I disentangle my body from his arm, which proves to be difficult since my good arm had been pinned between us and is now a bit numb. I put the pizza boxes in his fridge and go search for a blanket.

I pull the one from his bed and cuddle up next to his sleeping form on the couch. In the quiet of Michael's living room, I can hear my brother's raucous behavior through the floor. I sigh softly as I cover Michael and myself with the blanket. I fall asleep with my body across Michael's lap.

In the night, Michael wakes me slightly so we can both move. He takes me into his room and lays me on my right side. He crawls in behind me and holds me close, his arm propping up my broken arm. He kisses the side of my neck and mumbles something I can't understand in my sleepy state.

I wake up again in the early morning hours and stumble around to find the bathroom. I guess I cry out in surprise. It wakes Michael. He helps me find the bathroom and turns on a nightlight. He goes back to bed and I join him once I finish. Just being close to him makes me feel safer than when I sleep in my own bed at home.