Michael was reluctant to let go of Layla. How much he had missed that soft body, her sweet, intoxicating scent, the embrace that made him feel right at home. Layla could feel his hot tears against her skin, and it hurt her to sense his feelings.
"We will get you out, Michael; don't break," Stephen chimed in. Finally, Michael broke out from the embrace, staring at her with nothing but love and longing.
"I'll always be with you," Layla mumbled, cupping his face before, for the first time, she went ahead and kissed his forehead. Michael loved the way her lips felt against his skin. Layla yelped when he suddenly pulled her down over his lap.
Although his face was bruised, nothing had happened to his beautiful lips. He kissed her with a voracity Layla was well acquainted with. She parted her lips further, providing him the access he sought. Michael's hands roamed over her back, trailing a path down south, until Layla held it.
