There's No Such Thing As Too Young

I tiptoed into Mike's room with Dimi in my arms, a sneaky smile on my face.

I'd just been downstairs, cleaning up abit and opening a few gifts.

Mike had got me a few giftcards for Victoria's secret and MAC, and some beautiful flowers that were in a vase in the kitchen of the house.

Vic had gotten me giftcards too, and Tony had gotten me make up and some clothes from his clothing line.

I had no idea who stayed the night, as downstairs was clear when I went down.

The door creaked shut and I crept over to the bed.

Mike was sprawled out on his back, the covers barely over him.

The sun was streaming across his body, creating streams of light all over him.

I crawled onto the bed, placing Dimi on his tummy.

"Go wake Daddy up." I whispered, stroking her chin.

Dimi purred loudly.

He didn't even stir.

Dimi meowed and started crawling up his chest, until she reached his chin.

She curled up under it, and Mike's eyes fluttered open.

I giggled as he reached up to feel the fur underneath his chin.

Mike rolled his eyes and moved Dimi next to him, where she huffed in annoyance but buried herself in the pillows.

Mike yawned and stretched, sitting up in bed.

He opened his arms for me, and I fell into them.

Mike pulled me down on him, resting his hands on my bum.

"Good morning, angel." He greeted, slipping his hands into the back of the boxers I was wearing.

"Good morning."

"I see you've taken a liking to my clothing." Mike commented, tugging on his plaid shirt that I was sporting.

I'd changed earlier from the clothes I was wearing last night, and decided to 'borrow' some of Mike's.

"It doesn't feel like you're complaining." I giggled, feeling his morning wood pressing into my backside, as I was straddling him.

I don't know why I was acting so...naughty.

I was never this confident.

"Shut up." Mike muttered, leaning up on his elbows to kiss me.

I cupped his face in my hands, feeling his scruffy beard under my fingertips.

As we were kissing, it abruptly occured to me that Mike was leaving in Two days.

I froze and Mike pulled back.

"What's wrong?" He asked, surveying the expression on my face.

"Erm, nothing, I need to go and shower." I said quickly, jumping off him.

"Millie!" He called, trying to reach out for me.

I managed to leave the bed before he had a chance to get up, and lock myself in the en-suite bathroom.

I turned the shower on to make my situation more believable.

There was a reason I freaked out.

I was so attached to Mike, and I was afraid of how I was going to cope while he's gone.

Sure, it was only Two to Three weeks without him.

But, I'd grown so accustomed to having him with me all the time.

What the hell was I going to do?

What if Mike meets another girl?

She could be older, prettier and thinner.

My eyes filled up and I sniffled, wiping away the tears that fell onto my cheekbones.

"Millie?" Mike called through the door, knocking on it gently.

I jumped in fright, rubbing my eyes.

"I'm in the shower!" I lied, watching as the doorknob wiggled.

"Mills, I'm not stupid. You have no spare clothes in there, let me in and tell me whats wrong." Mike said softly, and I was just able to hear him over the sound of the water.

"I'm fine."

"Please, sweetheart." He begged, wiggling the doorknob again.

I wiped under my eyes, looking in the mirror and sighing.

My eyes were dull and bloodshot, with bags underneath them.

I flicked the lock on the door, and it immediately opened due to Mike leaning against it.

He stumbled into me, before catching himself and shutting the door behind him.

I avoided his gaze, feeling his eyes sweep over my body.

I knew exactly why he was studying me so hard.

He was not so discretely checking the visable parts of my body for signs of self injury, and when I looked up at him, his eyes flickered to the razor on the sink, before looking at me properly again.

"Don't worry, I haven't done anything." I snapped, slightly annoyed that he didn't trust me.

"I didn't think you did, come here." He said softly, pulling me to his chest.

I wrapped my arms around his skinny waist, breathing in the scent I loved so much.

"What's wrong, baby? Why'd you freak out like that?" Mike asked, pulling away to cup my face between his large, tattooed hands.

I shrugged, and Mike let out a frustrated groan.

"You know I can't help you if you dont tell me, right? I have an inkling as to what it's about, but I don't want to assume."

"You're leaving in Two days." I said quietly, buring my face in his chest.

"Oh, baby." He said, stroking my hair.

He held me tightly in silence for a few minutes, before speaking again.

"I know you're doubting yourself, Millie. I'm not going to do anything while I'm gone, I don't want to ruin this relationship. You mean so much to me, and I like you so fucking much." He said, pushing me back against the shower glass.

He ducked down and pressed his lips against mine.

I eagerly kissed him back, wrapping my long arms around his neck.

I was stood up on my tiptoes, as Mike was around Five or Six inches taller than me.

Mike's lips moved against my own, and one of his hands slipped to the bottom of the shirt I was wearing.

His fingers fought to undo the buttons.

I quickly grabbed his hands, and he pulled away groaning.

"Please." He begged, his eyes frantic.

"I hate my body." I said softly, looking down ashamed.

What kind of girlfriend wouldn't let her boyfriend see her top half nude?

"You have the most beautiful body in the world, I promise you." Mike said, stoking my face.

I sighed in defeat.

I took Mike's hands off my face and placed them on the bottom of the shirt, where they once were.

I kissed him quickly, stopping him from saying anything.

He grinned against my mouth, undoing about Five buttons.

His hands were warm as they slipped up my skin, they cupped my breasts, and Mike gave them a squeeze as I wasn't wearing a bra.

I knew at that moment I wanted more, much more.

"Mike." I breathed, pulling away breathlessly.

My chest was burning from the lack of air when we were kissing, and I had to take a few deep breaths to regulate my breathing again.

"What, baby?" He asked, skimming his nose down my jawline.

"I want you." I said shyly, my cheeks heating up in embarrassment.

"You have me." He replied, nipping at my neck as I clutched his shoulders.

"No, I want you." I stated more clearly, and Mike froze against me.

He pulled back, searching my features once again.

"What do you mean?" He asked, standing up straight and towering over me.

"Never mind." I muttered, holding the shirt closed and flicking the shower off.

I almost felt bad about wasting water.

I turned to open the door, but Mike grabbed my waist pulling me back against him.

"Do you mean what you just said?"

"Yes." I nodded, looking down at his tattooed hands clasped around my small waist.

I was so glad that Mike couldn't see the embarrassment on my face.

He was quiet for a few seconds.

"We'll try tonight, if you still feel that way."

"Okay." I replied with a shakey voice.

I was suddenly so nervous.

What was he doing to me?

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