The Forever of Ella and Micha

always try that,” I tell her in a low, husky voice. “It might be interesting to see how it goes. In fact, I dare you to try.”
    Her body goes rigid. “Micha, just talk to me.”
    I shake my head stubbornly. “I told you to try to make me first and then maybe I will.”
    She bites down on her bottom lip, contemplating, and then pushes on my shoulder, forcing me to roll onto my back. I could easily win this battle, but that’s not the point. She sits up and swings a leg over me. Her messy auburn hair curtains our faces and her eyeliner is smeared, but she’s still gorgeous.
    She works to keep a straight face. “Now tell me why you were so upset last night.”
    “Nah, I’m good,” I say. “I think I’ll keep it to myself.”
    Her hands come down on my shoulders roughly and she tightens her legs around my waist, accidentally rubbing against me and making my cock go hard. “Please just tell me.” She bats her eyelashes and it’s ridiculously adorable.
    “Alright, I’ll tell you.” I sneak my hands onto her hips and knead my fingers into her skin. “But for the record, I never bat my eyelashes at you.”
    She smiles proudly. “I know. That was my secret trick. You were always a sucker for it.”
    My hands move around and grope her backside. “Are you telling me you played me?”
    “Don’t change the subject,” she says, allowing me to leave my hands where they are. “Tell me what got you so upset last night.”
    “My father has some kind of weird disease.” I let out a breath, feeling the heaviness crumble. “And he needs me for some blood marrow transplant thing.”
    Her face drains to a ghostly white. “Is he… is he going to be okay?”
    I nod. “Yeah, it’s not life threatening or anything, but I…”
    “But you what?” she urges me to continue, massaging my shoulders with her thumbs.
    I look away from her and stare at the crack in the wall. “I don’t want to do it for him. I want him to suffer and I feel like shit because of it. I mean, am I that big of a dick that I’d let him be sick, just because I’m pissed off?”
    She relaxes her weight on me as her lips twitch to turn upward. “That’s way you’re upset? Because you feel guilty for being angry with him?”
    “Why does it sound like you think that’s funny?” My gaze settles back on her. “It’s not funny.”
    “It’s not.” She struggles to maintain a stoic face. “It’s just that… you’re adorable. You’re upset because you feel bad for thinking badly.”
    “Don’t ever call me adorable.” I squeeze her ass and her body tenses closer to me, making me even harder. “No guy ever wants to be called that.”
    Laughter flees her lips as she unintentionally wiggles against my hard-on. “I don’t care. You are. You are so adorable, Micha Scott. I don’t think there’s another guy in the whole world who’s as sweet as you.”
    I give her a cold, hard stare. “You want to see how nice I am?” With one rapid movement, I flip us over, so her warm body is underneath me. My stomach burns, but I choke the nauseated feeling down. “If you keep calling me adorable, I’m going to flip you over and show you how manly I really am.” Her lips part in shock and her cheeks turn pink. I place my hand on her cheek and let my thumb drag below her eye. “Now that’s adorable.”
    Her body quivers beneath me, but her voice is composed. “So what are you going to do? About your dad?”
    I lean back, but still keep her hips trapped between my legs. “I always knew what I was going to do. I was just having an inner conflict with the crappy thoughts filling up my head.”
    “So you’re going to help him.”
    “Yeah, I’m going to help him.”
    Her chest heaves up and down as her vast eyes gaze up at me. “It’s really hard just being friends with you.”
    Her bluntness stuns me and I consider ripping her clothes off and making love to her right now. “What do you want me to do with that statement because I have thousands of ideas.”
    She offers me a tight smile. “I don’t want you to do anything yet. I just wanted you to know that that’s how I feel—that you make me feel that way. I’m supposed to be working on sharing my feelings.”
    I gently kiss her cheek and then move off her, but not before rubbing up against her once. She gasps at the feel of me and I grin.
    “You’re a better person than you think you are, Ella May.” I point to my mouth. “See, you got me smiling.”
    She rolls her eyes