I woke up in Mike's arms and smiled. I could totally get used to waking up like this. I looked at his sleeping face. I know that this sounds cliche, but he looks like an angel when he sleeps. It's so cute. He's lightly snoring and muttering something in his sleep. I leaned my face up to his and lightly kissed him. He opened up on of his eyes and grabbed me into his arms. He moved us around so I was laying on my back and his body was on top of mine and his elbows were on both side of my head on the bed, proping him up. I giggled and looked up into his brown eyes. "Good morning," he smirked. "Good morning, bub." I said and he leaned down to kiss me. But before he could kiss me, I turned my head so he caught my cheek. I smirked, "oops, sorry babe." I told him in an innocent voice. He just smirked and brought his hands to my sides. I thought that he was going to make out with me, but he just started to tickle my sides. I started to laugh really hard. "You bastard! Stop that!" I laughed while squarming under him. He finally stopped and looked down at me. He gave me a genuine smile. I smiled back at him and he grabbed my face, slowly kissing me. I kissed him back and brought my hands to his hair and lightly pulled on it. That caused him to moan and grow slightly hard. Did I forget to tell you that we are still naked? I laid my head against the pillow and brought my hands up to his face, slowly tracing his lips with my thumbs. He looked down at me with eyes full of love. "You know, we've never had sex sober before," he said to me after a few minutes. "I know, it's nice. I like waking up to you without a hangover." I said, still smiling. I watched as his face grew serious. "What's wrong?" I asked him. "That day. I can't get it out of my fucking mind. The sight of you. The look on your face. What you looked like when I found you, almost dead. I had to break down the door after Vic came running into my room. I just can't fucking forget it and it's all my fault. You deserve so much better than me. I've hurt you so badly, I don't deserve someone who will put up with all my shit and forgive me after I was such an asshat to them." He told me, angry tears threatening to spill out of his eyes. One escaped and fell onto my cheek. I grabbed his face hard and made him look at me. "Michael Christopher Fuentes, what you fucking did, is in the past. If there isn't anyone who doesn't deserve the other, it's me. Get that through your fucking head. I'm a nobody, but with some luck, I've gotten the guy of my dreams. The one that I've been fucking in love with since I've been 5! Mike you need to realize that I need you in my life right now." He didn't say anything, he just kissed me as hard as he could. When he was gone, he got out of bed and went around his room. He grabbed some boxers and skinny jeans and found a shirt. He went to my room and came back with some clothes. He grabbed my hand. "Come on, you should get dressed and I can make breakfast." I smiled and put on the clothes that he got for me. Skinny jeans and a tank top, this guy knows me well. He grabbed my hand after I was done getting dressed and we walked into the kitchen to find Jaime, Vic and Tony sitting at the table. "Hey!" They all called out and smiled at us, looking at our hands. Mike let go of my hand and ran into the kitchen, when he returned, he had our clothes from last night. I blushed and all the guys saw, they started laughing at me. "Shut the fuck up." I said to them, which made them laugh harder.