CHAPTER 27
MIAI walked out of the bathroom with a little black dress hugging my body and my makeup done to perfection for once. It was already Friday night, and I couldn’t wait for one night of fun with my friends. I had been waiting all damn week for tonight.
Michael stood by his dresser and pushed something into his pocket just as I walked out. He looked me up and down, eyes widening. He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me toward him, nose in my hair, breathing me in. “You look so sexy,” he said against my ear, yet there was something in his voice that sounded so taut.
I had heard it all week—something strained, something stressful. I moved my hand down his abdomen to the front of his pants, stroking him gently until he was hard.
“You’re tense, Michael,” I mumbled against his lips.
