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Style 2: Essere preso

•5uona Letture•

"Miki..stop..." Cilla distanced Michael's head which kept sneaking around his neck.

"What are you cooking my dear?" michael asked, his hand creeping into Cilla's shirt.

"Miki..stop..." Cilla turned off the stove. His body turned with Michael's hands.

CUPS

"Miki.." whine Cilla. His lips suddenly frowned without warning.

"St..." Michael gave a silent signal. Both of his hands turned to cupping Cilla's cheeks. Cilla just kept quiet without fighting back.

Michael looked at Cilla's face. His heart was pounding as it mixed with a burning taste. I don't know why his feelings are so hard to express. She obviously loves Cilla.

Cilla also looked at Michael. The sharp highlight turned into a sad. Cilla blinked repeatedly. Cause awkward Cilla bit her lower lip. Michael saw the movement of the face. More precisely on the lower lip.

"Are you teasing me?" ask Michael. A moment of his finger swept over Cilla's lips.

Cilla's reflexes were made wrong. The hue of her face adds to the adorable impression. This man managed to break his heart. Michael just gently brushed his lips. But the impact was huge for him.

Michael glanced towards the cuisine. Smoke billowing. Strong smelling aroma pierces the sense of smell. Michael almost drooled.

Cilla realized Michael's gaze was focused on his cooking. His smile floated, with Cilla swiftly taking one plate that he had poured Indonesian fried rice.

"Here" Cilla teased him. Michael just silently watched the steaming rice. Michael put a spoon in his mouth. Cilla was worried about the taste of the cuisine.

"Damn it, it's really delicious, my gosh belly is protesting, I have to fill it up immediately" Michael said.

Michael took the food from Cilla's hands. Cilla. The food was for him. But nothing, Cilla chose to clean cooking utensils.

Michael devouring greedily. It feels so steady unmatched. Especially the spiciness that beat the spicy Italy.

Without him knowing. The fried rice was clean from the plate. Michael took a piss. His stomach was screaming hungry. Inevitably Michael went back to the kitchen to ask again.

Cilla was tidying up the dishes. How surprised when he turned to see Michael eating fried rice a plate full of giant measure.

"Cilla get ready, I want to take you somewhere" said Michael without looking, his eyes focused on fried rice he was taking.

Cilla sat sweetly on the dining table chair. Cilla propped up her elbow, her chin she put on both her hands.

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"Please signore" said the Greek boutique designer. The designer was named Apollo. Apollo's heart cried out happily, it was Michael's arrival that made his heart this happy. Even when Michael went inside, Apollo deliberately close the body with Michael. While Cilla just look around fancy dresses.

"Apol, bring out your best work!" michael's word is firm. Apollo nodded.

Michael sat on the soft sofa chair. She is a fashion magazine in Paris. His fingers continued to open every page of the book showing the best-selling models. William just stared. Their bodies rarely eat.

Cilla looked to the side. His forehead wrinkled in confusion, seeing Michael seemed to sit back. Cilla.

"Why sit?" ask Cilla plain. Michael looks up.

"Sit down."

Cilla sat down next to Michael. But Michael pulled his arm until Cilla sat on Michael's lap.

"Darling..you want not to marry me?" Michael licked Cilla's lips. Cilla who was innocent curled up in fear. He was afraid that Michael would attack him to the satisfaction.

"Why are you quiet?" asked Michael softly. Cilla blushed in shame.

"Geez, I can't wait for our first night baby girl, you want to?"

"You mean?" ask Cilla.

"Beautiful and turbulent night my dear" Michael deliberately did not utter vulgar words.

Cilla was silent. His fingers held each other until they formed a strange pattern. Anxious Michael directly overstretched Cilla on the sofa chair.

"It's sig, whattt!!!" apollo screams hysterically at Michael about to make love to a girl.

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