The Forever of Ella and Micha

hands.
    “It’s not a little black book,” I practically growl. “It’s just a…”
    “Journal that keeps track of all the girls you’ve slept with.” She slaps her hand over her mouth as she laughs so hard her face turns red. When she recomposes herself, she kneels up in front of me. “You know, I thought I knew everything about you, but I was wrong.”
    I toss the notebook into the trashcan. “Where did you find that?”
    She shrugs, lies back on her stomach, and slides her hands underneath the pillow. “It was under here.”
    I kick the bags under my computer desk and turn on a lamp before shutting the ceiling light off. Then I shuck off my shirt and lie down in bed with her.
    She’s shivering because the room is ice cold, but that’s how my mom likes to keep it to reduce the power bill. “There were a lot of names in there… more than I thought.”
    I release a slow breath and rub my hand across my face. “Ella, I don’t know what you want me to say… I never wanted anyone to find that. It was just for my own personal thing, so I could…” I tense. “Keep track.”
    She watches me expressionlessly and the level of awkwardness is maddening. “My name wasn’t in there.”
    I rotate on my side and look into her eyes. “That’s because I knew I wasn’t going to have to keep track anymore. There’s been no one since you and there never will be again.”
    Her breathing accelerates and she starts to get up. Thinking she’s going to leave, I reach to stop her, but all she does is discard her shoes onto the floor and shimmy out of her shorts. I instantly get excited at the sight of her ass sticking out of her panties.
    She leaves my jacket on and climbs beneath the covers. “It’s cold,” she states with unreadable eyes.
    I unbutton my jeans, slip out of them, and get under the covers with her, wincing when my feet brush hers. “Your feet are fucking cold.” I place a hand on her hip. “God, you’re cold everywhere.”
    She wiggles her feet between my ankles and snuggles closer. “I guess you’ll have to keep me warm.”
    I set my chin on top of her head. “You confuse me sometimes, pretty girl. You really do. One minute you’re mad at me and the next minute you seem to want me.”
    She buries her face into my chest and her hot breath warms my chilled skin. “I confuse myself sometimes.” She pauses. “I think there’s something really wrong with my head, because reading that list just makes me want to have sex with you.”
    Every muscle in my body freezes. “What did you just say?”
    “You heard me right.” Her finger tickles circles around my nipple. “Like I said, I think there’s something very wrong with my head… It just made me want to take claim of you or something.”
    “Then do it.” I hold my breath, waiting for her reaction.
    She slants back and looks me in the eyes. “Not tonight. I’m tired, but you do have a birthday coming up in a few days.”
    “Well, just to get things clear now, I want you wrapped up in a bow and nothing else. Well, maybe high heels. Those fucking gorgeous legs of yours look ridiculously sexy in heels.”
    Smiling, she rests her cheek back on my chest and tangles her leg with mine, opening herself up to the top of my thigh and I can feel the warmth flowing off her. “Maybe that can be arranged.”
    I embrace her and inch my legs closer, rubbing gently against her. “You seem to be in a good mood.”
    Her breath catches from my touch and she rocks her hips slightly. “I’m just trying not to worry. Doctor’s orders.”
    My hands slip around to her backside and I rest my palm on her thigh. “So does that mean that the old Ella May just might return?”
    “No…” Her eyes close as my finger traces a line back and forth along her soft skin. “I don’t think she can exist anymore, but I’m pretty sure I can give you the real, current me… if you want.”
    “Of course I want.” I grip her ass, shut my eyes, and breathe her in. “I want it all.”

Chapter 16
Ella
    I wake up to the smell of bacon and eggs. It’s been a while since I had a good breakfast and my mouth instantly salivates. Stumbling out of bed, I pull a pair of jeans on, noticing that Micha took the garbage out, probably to get rid of the notebook.
    “It should bother me,” I say to myself, slipping a long-sleeved thermal shirt over my head. “But it doesn’t. God, is my head really that messed up?”
    I wander out into the kitchen. Micha’s mom is