The day for Mike to leave on tour eventually came. The night before, we all went out to dinner. All, being Mike, Tony, Sophie, Vic, Lena, Jaime, Jess, and myself.
We were at a fancy restaurant, since we were also celebrating Jaime’s birthday, which was two days ago on the 17th. And as we were in a fancy place, we were all dressed in fancy clothes. Sophie had her beautiful hair tied up in a slick ponytail, her bright green eyes popping out with her choice of smoky make-up. Jess looked stunning, with a short black dress and leopard heels, simple make up, her hair straight. Lena…………..Lena looked breathtaking. Her dazzling, piercing blue eyes never ceased to amaze me. They reminded me of something, but I couldn’t place a finger on it exactly. Her dark hair was curled in perfect waves and she wore bright red lipstick, simple make up.
And as for me, I wore clothes that Sophie had obviously picked out. I was wearing a navy blue strapless dress, my hair straight down below my waist, my lips colored with my deep wine lipstick.
All the guys looked as clean and slick as rock stars could manage, and Mike looked incredibly hot. He had his stubble at a perfect state. Not too long, not too short. Just the right amount of sexy.
“Do you know what you’re having?” Tony asked Sophie, leaning over to share his menu with her.
She crinkled her nose a little, and placed a hand on her nonexistent tummy. “I’m not really getting anything. My stomach’s weird today.”
Tony blinked. “You’re stomach’s been weird pretty often lately.”
She shrugged, indifferent. “I don’t know. I just really don’t think I can put anything down right now.”
With a look of discontent, Tony nodded silently and continued looking at the menu. Sophie sighed heavily, and kissed his cheek to ease the tension. It worked, because a flash of a smile appeared on his lips.
“Babe?” Mike asked. His eyebrows were furrowed, and I blinked several times. He’d said something and I hadn’t paid attention, I was too busy watching the scene with Sophie and Tony.
I shook my head. “Sorry, what was that?” I squeezed his hand, and he rolled his eyes, amused.
“I said, do you want a glass of wine or water?” He knew I always opted for water instead of alcohol, but was still polite enough to ask.
This time though, I felt strangely bold. “Um. Wine.”
His eyebrows shot up on his forehead. “Really?”
I shrugged. Why not? “Sure. Just you pick which one, I know nothing about wines.” His eyes were wide, his smile very present on his face.
“You are just full of surprises.” He shook his head, smirking.
The waiter came, and took everyone’s order. Tony insisted on ordering a salad for Sophie, even though she complained she didn’t want any. He ended up winning the argument.
When the waiter left, we started talking.
“So, ex-birthday boy, what does it feel like to be 27?” Vic asked, a teasing smile on his face.
Jaime rolled his eyes. “It feels amazing. I’m finally a big boy!” He exclaimed in fake excitement, and we all laughed.
“Laugh all you want peasants, but one day I’ll rule the world and you won’t be laughing then I’ll bet!” Jaime threatened us all, which only made us laugh harder.
The night was pretty pleasant, and I realized, for a moment, how comfortable I felt. I’d always had difficulty making friends, or bonding in general, but here I was, surrounded by friends. And not just any friends, Pierce The Veil were my friends! I had female friends besides Sophie too, Jessica and Lena. They were really sweet to me, and I was starting to grow extremely fond of them.
I felt comfortable, I felt like I belonged. These people accepted me and cared about me. It was a pretty amazing feeling, that I’d never felt before. Sophie had always been my safety mat, and I’d never had need for more friends. Now I knew better. I didn’t really know what I would do without these people.
We chatted, we laughed, we ate, we argued, and we just simply had a great time in general. Mike always held my hand, and every time he laughed or smiled I swear something inside of me lit up.
Sophie ended up eating the salad Tony ordered for her, and he seemed pretty satisfied with that. Sophie had a sick look to her face afterwards, and claimed she had to go to the bathroom. Nobody questioned her, and she left.
“Um, so………..since you guys will be gone on my birthday, I was wondering,” Lena said, getting everyone’s attention. She wasn’t as shy as she used to be, but it was still pretty rare to see her speak up. “Would you girls go out with me and my roommate?” she asked, just as Sophie came back from the restroom.
“YES! Party!” I was surprised to realize those words came out of my mouth. I clapped hands over my mouth and giggled insanely. “Woops, too loud.”
Everyone stared at me. Mike leaned in and looked me in the eye. “Sam? How many wine glasses have you had?” He asked.
I smiled, my cheeks hurting. “’Bout three or four. Why?” I asked, innocently.
He covered his face with his large hand and sighed, chuckling to himself. “Babe, you’re not used to having alcohol. You can’t drink that much in one go yet.”
Oh. So that’s why I felt weird. Weird. Weird was a funny word. Funnier than the word funny probably.
“You look handsome.” I said, leaning in and biting Mike’s ear.
A startled noise came from deep in his throat, and everyone laughed. He took my hands and looked me in the eye, a wide grin on his face. “Sammy? You look pretty too baby, but could you hold yourself back at least until after dinner?”
He was clearly amused with my tipsy state, and I pouted. “Boo, you party pooper.”
Mike rolled his eyes at me and resumed his conversation with Vic and Lena, who sat at our right.
I noticed Sophie looked kind of green. “Sophie, are you still feeling sick?” I asked, worry cutting through the alcohol.
She looked up, startled. “Oh! Yeah. I’m fine.” Her smile seemed forced, and I frowned.
“Tony, your woman is acting weird.” I stated. He looked at me, surprised, and I turned my attention elsewhere before he had the chance to respond.
At around 10 p.m, we were done. We paid our bills, and headed out.
“Well, I dunno about you guys, but I want to go home and have some hot going-away sex with my lady,” Jaime said, wrapping an arm around Jess’s shoulders and smiled. She rolled her eyes at him, a grin on her lips.
“Dude, too much details!” Vic laughed, and kissed Lena on the cheek, making her blush insanely.
It was one of those weird moments where I knew everyone was sexually active except me, and therefore, Mike.
His face remained calm and his expression cool, a faint smile always present on his lips.
We all bid our farewells, and I have Jaime and Vic a big big hug. Tony was coming back to the apartment with Sophie, so I guessed I would see him in the morning.
Sophie, Tony, Mike and me headed back to our small, artsy apartment. My roommate and the guitarist from Pierce The Veil immediately went into her bedroom and shut the door behind her.
I turned around and saw Mike leaning against the wall, his expression amused.
“What are you looking at?” I demanded, placing my hands on my hips.
He chuckled. “Look at you, all drunk and adorable.”
I scoffed. “I am not drunk okay? I’m………………happy?” I lost the will to continue the argument, and he seemed pleased with his victory.
I pulled on his hand and dragged him to my bedroom. I pushed him onto the bed and climbed on top of him, resting my chin on his chest and looking at him, grinning.
“Woah tiger, slow down.” His eyes shined, happy.
I giggled, much like a stupid little girl. I was acting very non characteristically, but for some reason I didn’t stop. My mind felt fuzzy and my tongue thick.
We heard loud thumping sounds and someone call out a vast amount of vulgarity. Me and Mike stared at each other, shocked.
A loud crash. Curse words. Laughter. More thumping.
My eyes widened, “Tony and Sophie?!” I asked, beyond disturbed.
Mike was literally laughing, full on, not even bothering to keep it down. “PIGS!” He banged a fist against the wall, and a few seconds later we heard a bang come from the other side of it in response, followed by a muffled sound that somewhat resembled the word asshole.
“Ew!” I exclaimed, and covered my face with my hands.
Mike pulled them away, still laughing, and kissed my forehead.
I bit my lip. His eyes were shining, and happy. His smile was bright and present. His body felt extremely hot underneath me, and his appearance today was quite a sight.
I brought my lips down to his, and he let out a grunt of surprise. I deepened our kiss, feeling hot and feverish.
His hands rubbed my back, drew me closer to him, tangled in my hair, stroked my cheek, but in not one single occasion did he try to take it further.
Irritation cursed through me like wild fire. I wanted him. I wanted to give him what everyone else from the band was getting. I wanted him to be satisfied for when he went on tour.
I placed his hands underneath my shirt, and his fingers brushed the bare skin of my back. I fumbled with his shirt buttons, needing to get it off of him.
I finished, and he sat up, placing me on his lap, straddling him. He shrugged off the piece of clothing I unbuttoned, and crashed his lips against mine once more.
My fingers explored his upper body, marveling at how good he felt. I pulled way from him, and stared down at his exposed chest and arms. Mike was breathing heavily, observing me as I inspected him.
Thin body, covered in tattoos. Any other person would consider these ugly, or disturbing. I found them beautiful. His body was a walking canvas, displaying various pieces of amazing artwork to the world with every step he took.
He was just so goddamn perfect to me. He was so perfect, that he was the inspiration for my final project, which now stood covered in a blanket in the corner of my room, ready to be exposed to the world. But not yet.
I brought my lips down to his neck, and he sighed audibly. I kissed, licked, and occasionally nibbled at the skin on his neck, behind his ear, his collarbone, his shoulders, his chest. My hands stroking his arms and back while I did this.
Mike wasn’t even trying to keep in the sounds of deep pleasure that escaped from his throat, and that somehow urged me to keep going. I loved the fact that I could make him feel this way, that I could make him go as crazy as he could make me.
I pulled back, and stared at his eyes. They were wild, and glassy. Hunger clear in them. Just his expression……………it made my toes curl in delight, and my stomach churn nervously.
I bit my lip, and unzipped my dress, letting it fall down to my waist, my upper body exposed, putting aside the area covered by my bra.
His eyes widened, and he sucked in a breath.
“Sam……….” He warned, and I shook my head, pressing my lips against his.
“Don’t make me stop. Not yet okay?” I asked, resuming our deep, passionate kiss.
Now, it was his turn to explore my body. I felt soft, feather-like touches run down my back, my shoulders, my neck, my stomach, my breasts—oh, my breasts—and up into my hair, holding my face firmly.
My own expressions of pleasure were emitted from my mouth, against his, and that only seemed to make him more eager to go on.
Mike shifted our position; lifting me from his lap and placing me lying face up in the bed. He crawled on top of me, and brought his lips down to my neck, sending shivers through my whole body.
We’d made out a lot over this past month, but never had we gone this far. I always got nervous, or backed down, and he never once even hinted a sign of a complaint. In fact, most times he was the one who pointed out we should stop, but this time he wasn’t. He was following my lead of eagerness and hunger, and I wasn’t sure I wanted him to stop.
I sighed deeply, marveling at the pleasure his lips caused against my skin. This was bliss, and he was driving me crazy.
Suddenly, he was gone. I felt his weight disappear from on top of me, and I opened my eyes, startled.
I propped myself on my elbows, and glanced at him, lying down on his back beside me, bare-chested, an arm draped over his eyes, breathing deeply.
My mouth didn’t seem to be able to formulate words, because I was silent.
Mike was inhaling, and exhaling, slowly. I looked around my room, unsure of what to say or do. It was obvious I had let things go further, but why had he stopped this time?
“Mike?” I eventually asked, not being able to take it any longer. His arm came off from his face, exposing his eyes.
“I’m sorry.” He whispered, closing them. “I got carried away.”
Wait…..he was apologizing? “So……..why didn’t you keep going?” I asked, my voice small.
His eyes popped open, and his gaze settled on mine, sharp. “What?”
I shrugged, growing nervous suddenly. I could still feel the memory of his lips on my skin, and my face burned hot.
“I mean……….I guess I’m trying to say—Since you’re going away……….maybe—“ My voice caught in my throat, and I stopped. What? Since he was going away what? Even I didn’t even know what I was trying to say.
Mike propped himself up on his elbow and looked down to me. “Sam, what are you talking about?” he stroked my face with his free hand. “What’s going on?”
I sighed. I wasn’t really sure. I guess—“Well, it’s obvious everyone else is doing……it. And well, I know you have needs. And you’re going on tour for more than a month. And there’ll be girls all over you, and I know you say you’re fine with waiting, and I just—I don’t know.” I pressed the palms of my hands against my eyelids and groaned loudly.
“And you think I’m going to go off and satisfy my needs with some other girl.” Mike finished for me. I wasn’t going to say that, but I knew that deep down, it was the truth.
So I stayed silent, eyes closed. I waited for some kind of reaction from Mike, but all I got was the feeling of the bed shifting on his side.
I opened my eyes. Mike was standing at the foot of the bed, buttoning his shirt on again.
“What are you doing?” I asked, as he finished his last button. He stayed silent and walked over to my side of the bed. He motioned me to get up, and I did. He turned me around, and zipped up my dress, planting a small kiss on my shoulder.
“Mike……….I’m sorry—I—“ My voice choked and I stopped.
He rubbed his eyes with his hands. “Sam………were you seriously going to have sex with me just so I wouldn’t cheat on you?” His look was pained, hurt.
I opened my mouth to protest, but he cut me off. “I’ve told you time and time again that I understand that you want to wait, especially because of………..you know.” He waved his hand in the air, his tone growing somber. “But still, you don’t seem to believe me completely.”
My heart shrank. “It’s not that—it’s just—“
Mike shook his head, placing his hands on my shoulders. “Sam, I understand what’s happened with the other guys you’ve been with, but haven’t I proved myself to be different from them? Even a little bit? Even enough to actually gain your trust?” His eyes were sad, and it killed me.
“It’s not that I don’t trust you. I do. But I—I know you have needs.” I say, looking down in shame.
He took a deep breath, and ran a hand through his hair. “Yes. I do have needs. Needs that will be more than fulfilled the moment you decide it’s time to take that next step, do you understand? When we do actually…..do this…..I want it to be because you trust me enough to give me that part of yourself that you cherish so much. Not because you’re afraid I’ll cheat on you.”
I nodded. I understood what he meant. He was right. Of course he was right, he was the expert here.
I buried my face in his chest, and he hugged me close, kissing the top of my head.
“We have time Sam, there’s no rush.” His voice was low and sweet, and I wondered how I ever got so lucky to have him. I wondered what I had done to deserve him.
“I’m sorry.” I breathed into him, and he pulled my face up for a deep, passionate kiss that made me feel dizzy all over again.
“I love you.” He said. His eyes were bright, holding my gaze, his lips inches from mine.
My heart stopped. L—loved me? He loved me? I wasn’t even sure if love existed, and here he was, claiming he had those feelings for me.
Did he really love me? Did he know what that meant?
I took a step back, and regarded him, silently, my mouth hanging open.
No one had ever told me they loved me in my entire life.
And here he was, Mike Fuentes, giving me his heart in a silver platter.
Oh, I swear, I don’t remember a time where I was happier than this moment.
Because if these feelings, if this sensation of safety, if this burning heat from being near him, if the waves of electricity that ran through my body when he touched me, if the way I felt when he looked at me wasn’t called love,
Then I don’t know what the hell it was.

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