Page 46 of Michael's Awakening
Chapter Eighteen
Gabriel
Waking up, I gave a sleepy smile as I found myself lying against Michael’s chest. He was still asleep and his breaths were even as he dreamed, his chest softly rising and falling.
He was beautiful, no matter what he thought.
A slight pain tinged in my ass as I tried to move, reminding me of the amazing sex from the night before.As if I could forget. I shifted through all of the crazy thoughts spiraling in my head, trying to grasp everything Michael told me last night. He had laid his heart and soul out on a glamorous silver platter for me, putting trust in me that he had never placed in another person before.
I knew there were still things we had to work out, but all of that would eventually get better as time progressed. His issues with me touching him and his poor perception of himself would need work, but I knew he could do it. I had faith in him.
Michael had informed me that he still had really bad nightmares about his past and there were times where he would lash out in his sleep. Or sometimes the opposite would happen, the memories from his past would jeopardize his sleep and he would be up for days.
But looking at him in that moment, he looked peaceful and at ease.
Wanting to surprise him with breakfast before he awoke, I gently scooted away from him and got out of bed. His brow furrowed as I left his side and a soft whine escaped his slightly parted lips. Having an idea, I took my pillow and placed it at his side.
He wrapped an arm around it and nuzzled it against his face before turning over onto his stomach.
My mouth popped open in shock. I hadn’t realized the scars covered his entire back as well. Anger like I had never experienced exploded through me as I observed him. The bitch that did that to him was lucky she was already dead because I would have loved to give her a lethal dose of her own psychotic medicine.
Seeing my overnight bag on the floor, I quietly unzipped it and pulled out some sweat pants. As much as I loved being naked, it was freaking cold so I slipped into the pants. I left the bedroom and made my way to the kitchen, getting lost once or twice along the way.
Spotting a coffee pot, I started the coffee– once I found where he kept it– and opened up the refrigerator to see what there was to make for breakfast. Unlike me, Michael had a nicely stocked refrigerator which gave me multiple options for what to cook. Tapping my long nails against the door, I finally settled on omelets. I grabbed the egg carton, green peppers, onions, cheese, and since I knew Michael liked meat, I also grabbed a few slices of ham for him.
The smell of the brewing coffee was intoxicating. I needed caffeinebad.
Turning my attention back to the multiple cabinets of the large kitchen, I began my hunt for a skillet. Once it was found, I started cooking breakfast, getting lost in my thoughts as I chopped the peppers and onions before adding them to the egg and cheese already on the stove.
I had asked Michael to spend Thanksgiving with me and my family, and he hadn’t given me an answer yet. I really hoped he agreed. For one reason, I had already jumped the gun and told my brother and my dad that he was going to. Thanksgiving was only a week away and I wanted Michael with me, where he belonged.
Finding a plate, I moved the omelet to it from the skillet and then poured a cup of coffee. I didn’t hear Michael walk up behind me, so when I turned around and saw him leaning against the counter, staring at me with a bemused expression, I squealed like a little girl.
“Ohmygosh!” I squeaked in one breath and put a hand to my heart.
Michael barked out a laugh and walked toward me, wrapping me in his strong arms, and planting a tender kiss to my lips. I tried to pull away and his face fell.
“Morning breath,” I said self-consciously and raised a hand to cover my mouth.
“You taste delicious.” He removed my hand to uncover my mouth and then kissed me again, causing me to melt against him. After swirling his tongue one last time against mine, he pulled back and inhaled the air. “Fuck, something smells great.”
“That would be your omelet,” I responded. “And I was even a doll and added ham to it. Aren’t I perfect?”
I fluttered my eyelashes at him, causing him to chuckle and pull me in for another quick kiss.
“Yes, you are. Far more perfect than I deserve.” He nuzzled his nose against mine.
“Say that you don’t deserve meonemore time, Michael, and I swear on every fashion god that I will take this skillet and go all Rapunzel from the movieTangledon you.” I arched an eyebrow at him.
He looked both heavily amused and slightly confused. “Never watched it, but I’m pretty sure I understand your meaning.”
The smirk I adored so much appeared on his face and I pulled his lips to mine again. I could kiss him forever.
Breaking the kiss, I took hold of his hand and guided him to the table. “Sit.”
His lips twitched as he stared at me and I could tell he was trying to fight back a smile. “Yes, Princess, whatever you desire.” He sat down and turned his head to watch me as I went to the counter and grabbed his food and coffee.
Setting his breakfast on the table, I went to retrieve mine. Returning to the table, I sat down and looked at him. A curious expression was visible on his face as he stared down at the food.
