98. Michael

MICHAEL

I collapse on top of my girl.

My woman.

And even though I’m sure I’m crushing her, she makes a contented sound.

Then the beeping of the alarm breaks through the blood rushing through my ears.

Right. The show.

Alice must recognize the sound at the same time I do because she starts to push at my shoulders. “Michael, we need to shower.”

Still buried inside her, I give my hips a shallow thrust. “I’d need a few minutes, but we could definitely do this again in the shower.”

She moans, “Michael.”

I sigh and reluctantly pull out of her sweet heat and flop onto my back. “Fine, you can go first.”

She pats my arm as she shimmies out of bed. “You’re the best.”

She tries to keep her thighs pressed together but mumbles something about a mess as she shuffles into the bathroom.

As I work to catch my breath, I stare up at the ceiling.

A lot of things are going to change today.

My whole life is going to change today.

And I’ve never felt more sure of myself.

I fill my lungs, Alice’s scent still clinging in the air.

And I smile.