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By: Soxy In other news, Kate Bosworth left the Ski resort her hot boyfriend was staying at to head back to the set of her next movie. Apparently, her new co-star is very glad to have her back-if you know what I mean. -US
WEEKLY
Like every good artist Mike immediately escaped to her music. After a long talk with Justin and then Dom, she kicked them both out and picked up her guitar and hadn’t stopped strumming. She started singing whatever came to mind. She was trying in a desperate attempt to get the vision of Kate in Orlando’s room half-naked out of her head. Trying to forget the past week. Trying her damned best to let the music speak for her heartache, loneliness, and frustration. She was singing whatever came to her mind, not bothering to jot anything down. It became a song before she even could wrap her mind around it. The same words going through her mind and being sang in a heartbreakingly strong voice. She had no idea how long she was sitting there. She had no idea how loud she was. She had no idea and didn’t care what was going to happen to her tomorrow or even the next hour. She had promised she would go along for dinner. She had promised to suck it up and deal if Orlando and Barbie came to dinner. She had promised not to be so down on herself. She was getting tired of always smiling. She was getting beyond frustrated with things not going her way. She was fed up with being told what to do constantly. Her fingers hurt from the hard strokes she was giving each time a new cord came to mind. She didn’t notice. Her voice was wavering from the screaming, crying, and now soulful singing. She didn’t notice. There was a knock at the door. She didn’t notice.. ..until he opened the door. Startled, she nearly dropped her priceless guitar. An off key strum was painful to her ears, almost as painful as the silence and the quiet question in his eyes. Looking away for a moment she placed her guitar down and slowly glanced up. “Michelle,” he said softly in his lilting accent. He shoved his hands into his front pockets and rolled onto the ball of his feet. He looked so sweet standing there. She could tell he was fighting for words. She could tell he was nervous. A big part of her was happy to see him struggle. Happy to see someone else besides her not knowing what to say or do. “I really don’t think you should be here.” He stepped further into the room, but not before turning and locking the door. “See, that’s where you and I will have to disagree. I was in the shower when you rang.” “I didn’t call you,” she snapped back, moving further into her room, away from him. Forgetting that Americans didn’t use the same terms, he translated, “I meant, when you stopped by.” The idea that Kate and Orlando had been showering together when she knocked nearly caused her knees to buckle. “Like I said, you shouldn’t be here.” “Michelle, we need to talk.” His soulful brown eyes were trying to search her face. He was blatantly trying to read her. It only made her angrier, more confused. Why would he care about her when Barbie look alike was warming his bed? “Listen, I know, I mean… you are with Kate. I’m single. We made a mistake.” She looked down for a moment, gathering her courage. Slowly she raised her face to him. Tears were threatening to fall. There were too many emotions swirling inside her. There was too much going on. She just didn’t know how much longer she could stand in front of him and pretend everything was ok. As quickly as she could she said, “I should have never let you, I mean.. I should have never pursued you. I should have just let it alone. It was stupid..” He interrupted before she could finish. “Stupid to be attracted to me?” Again, his eyes were searching hers for answers she didn’t know. “Stupid to feel something so strong? Stupid that you got caught up in the emotions I was feeling TOO?” He looked away a moment. When he looked back she was startled with the anger that shone in his eyes. “Just shut up, Yank. Stop painting yourself in this bad picture. Everything that happened was because of me. I’m the asshole in this situation. From the moment I saw you I knew it was going to be trouble. I knew you were going to be the one thing that brought me to my knees.” “Well, don’t let me complicate you, Mr. Bloom. Just leave.” She felt the emotion rise in her throat and said a prayer of thanks that she was able to speak without the sob coming through. He continued like she never spoke. “I knew you would be trouble because when I got to talking to you…..you made me feel something I’ve never felt before. It’s not just how beautiful you are. It’s not how intelligent you are. It’s just you. I couldn’t get you out of my mind. Instead of my girlfriend, it was you who was in all of my dreams. It was you who wouldn’t let me alone. It was you who made me believe that maybe I wasn’t so crazy to think that maybe there really is someone who finishes your other half.” He looked up for a moment. It was then she noticed his eyes were glassy. “O,” she sat down and closed her eyes before continuing. “Listen, I was going to talk to you before I left. I just want to..” She was choking on the words. She knew they needed to be said and quickly before this situation got even more out of hand. But it hurt. Physically hurt to say them. “I just want to be friends with you. I don’t want to just forget you, like everyone tells me I should. Like I keep telling myself I should. You don’t like the spotlight. You can’t stand publicity. I live in the limelight. I have meetings about stories that have been done on me. This whole thing,” She waved her hands between the both of them, “was destined to fail before it began.” When she looked up she was startled to see he looked livid. “Are you kidding me? Again, you have the relationship in your head to the point where you figure out what will work and won’t? I’m here to tell you, YES, I want to be friends. BUT, I need more. I need to know if what I’m feeling is real or just an illusion. I need some time to talk to Kate and figure it out. But, I’m here, begging that you won’t run off and find Mr. Right because I’m damned scared that you’re my Ms. Right. I’m here to tell you, I don’t know how it’s possible.” Twin tears sailed down his cheek like the first raindrops on a windowsill. “I’m scared out of my mind. I’ve never in my whole life felt this way about someone.” “Don’t.” She put her hand up, as if the action would stop the emotion building inside her. “Don’t do this Orlando. This will pass. I’m not pushing you away because it’s easy. I’m telling you I want to be friends. I’m telling you that all I can give you is my friendship. All I can give..” He was in front of her before she could finish her sentence. His hands grasped her shoulders and pulled her into the strength of his arms. His head was bent and his lips were on hers before she could think of how wrong this conversation had gone. Over and over his lips tormented hers with their passion, taste, and possession. It was the first time in her life she felt owned. That she would literally die if she didn’t have this man holding her. She felt weak, made only more so by the soul-searing kiss that seemed like it wouldn’t end. Without thought her arms wrapped around his broad shoulders. She leaned into him further when his arms tightened around her. Slowly and ever so tenderly he started to nibble on her lips. His tongue was providing mass-havoc on her senses as it leisurely begged her mouth for more of her taste, more of her. Her eyes were shut as tightly as possible to block out any thought and to just feel. His hands tugged at the material of her sweater and like a pro his hands slipped beneath the cotton to feel the heat of her skin. She understood his need, she felt it as well. Things were tumbling out of control like an avalanche. Her hands quickly found their way under the collar; his skin was scorching to touch. Every inch of her felt like it was on fire. His hands were creating a magic that kept her under the heady sense of his spell. “God, Michelle,” his words came out in gasps as he tried to pull her even closer. His hands tightened on her hips, pinching her skin in the most delicious way. His lips moved from her lips to tenderly caress every square inch of her face and neck. By the time her own lips reached his ear, they were both sweating. Both their heartbeats were frantic. Slowly, he pushed back and away from her. His eyes were bright, a new knowledge to them. Knowledge she understood completely. His hands, so smooth, gently cupped her face. “This,” he said slowly, making sure he was staring her directly in the eyes, “will NEVER pass. This is fire, dynamite, and scary as all hell. This is what people live and die for. You tell yourself we’re just friends Michelle. You trick yourself into believing that we can be JUST friends. But, know this.” He brushed his lips against hers one more time. “this is far from over.” He turned to leave the room, tossing down a piece of paper he tore out of his pocket. “Those are my contacts on how to reach me. Dom already gave me yours.” With that he was out the door. Her heart was never going to be able to recover, of that she was sure. Her body was still on fire. Her mind racing. But, if she let herself just listen to her heart- she knew he was right. It was far from over. Chapter 20 |