Michaël had never really spoken to me about his sister. Just on the fly as he was only telling me about the fact that he has a seriously ill younger sister but he stopped there with no further details actually. I didn't know how I should react.I imagine that he had never told me because he did not know how to present it. It was completely unthinkable. I never would have imagined that Michaël's sister who is so beautiful would have such a defect in appearance, I also think that Michaël dreaded our meeting as much as he wanted if I believe his current expression.His sister had a skin disease which made her difficult to watch and I can already imagine the social complex that this must have created for her, for him because these kinds of things do not only affect the main person concerned – not even those around her. is touched by it which makes me begin to understand why Michaël did not find my handicap difficult to overcome for him and quickly initiated contact with me.He is no strang
Night quickly fell on us and Jeanne came back to find Mira. I was afraid for a moment that she would reject Mira, but I think I don't know my sister very well; because not only is she crazy but she is sweet and loving.A real mother.“Hello my little one, are you? ».“I am Mira Keller… I am Michaël's little sister”“No need to tell me, the same dark hair, the same green eyes, and that expression as if you are interviewing someone.. for sure you are his sister. »Mira giggled and held out her hand to Jeanne, who grabbed it and shook it so hard that the poor little girl was dizzy."Nice to meet you, my little, I'm Jeanne Clark, little Emma's older sister"The two quickly hit it off as Michaël sat down next to me."I'm glad you got along well""Hmmhmm"“Emma? »“Hmm? »“I want you to spend the night here… well if you want”"Of course, she's going to spend the night here with you and I'm counting on you not to let her go for a second, which implies that you will have to watch over her slee
Michael's bathroom was huge. I had never seen anything like it in real life unless I was in a movie. Everything was so white and spacious. Frankly, I was even dizzy.I went into the shower stall past the huge tub. The houses of the rich people were really like the castles in the movies, it's almost too intimidating.I entered the shower stall and took off my clothes. They were very dirty and I felt really guilty because I was lying with all these traces on Michaël's white sheets.I sighed as I searched for the shower head to turn on the water but found two. One had a redhead and the other was normal so of course, I decided to go with the normal since that's what home looks like.The cold water attacked my skin a little while small stings were felt here and there on my body. These bites I recognize, it's the multiple scratches I got during my beating by Mel and her gang.I lean against the wall and the tears start to flow again, Jeanne asked me not to think about it anymore and to keep
Michaël has been in the bathroom for a while now and I wonder why he's taking so long. It's true, it's been more than 20 minutes that there is to believe that he does not only take a shower and has decided to take a bath.With the huge bathtub I saw in his bathroom, I can understand it. It looks like a real pleasure to be there. But I miss him, I miss the feeling of earlier, I want to be in his arms again and revel in his smell.I sit on the bed leaning against the headboard, and that's when I notice he changed the sheets, I pull the blanket over my chest and I can smell Michael's smell coming out of his sheets. It's so pleasant that I end up putting the fabric in front of my nose and enjoying its smell.It's amazing what this causes in my body as a reaction, I have the impression of burning from the inside at the same time as a soft sensation soothes this incandescence. I start moving my legs and rubbing them as my heart beats faster.Michaël, I need him… I look at the bathroom door a
Michael does not sleep. Who could, have the person you are so madly in love with in your arms?She has this carefree side that makes him uncomfortable, how can she get into his arms with such ease? Besides, she sticks to him so intimately, doesn't she know he's a man? Best friend if she wants to call him that, but he remains a man and in the face of a pretty girl who makes such a big impression on him, he can let himself be seduced and no longer control his actions.But no, she is Emma, the only girl on this earth who thinks that a man and a woman can share the same bed and stick to each other without it getting out of hand. Doesn't she know that he too is a teenager who is having a hard time with his hormones? He has lustful thoughts too, it's not because he loves and respects her that he has lost his masculinity.He has erotic dreams and it is no one other than her who cradles them more. And it's unholy to say that he hasn't masturbated lately and even earlier in the bathroom and i
The morning has come faster than I wanted as I feel so good, so rested and so full of energy. I think it's the first time I've slept so well in a long time and it's refreshing.I sit up and stretch as I hear hissing beside me.I turn and find Michaël asleep, that's when I realize that I slept on his shoulder. The poor arm will certainly hurt him when he wakes up. I place my fingers on his forearm trying to relieve the pain he will surely feel when he moves his arm.I hear moans and turn to see that he just opened his eyes. He does not move and looks at me with his green and beautiful eyes. I have never seen him as handsome as now even if he is all the time except that this time, there is something more incredible that emerges from him. I can't put my finger on it, but it's exceptional in any case.I bite the inside of my mouth as the feelings of the night before come back to me. My heart is beating very fast again and I feel weak in front of this captivating and intimidating gaze. Mich
Well now that I've calmed down a bit, even if I'm apprehensive about Michael's reaction to my escape from earlier, I have to go back to the room. He must have found me rude when he was just greeting me. I am a complete idiot.I just hope he's not mad. The last thing I want is to piss him off.I go into the shower cabin and I pass a little water on my face to refresh myself before joining Michaël again. I find him sitting on the bed but when he sees me he jumps up and comes at me like a tsunami.It's so sudden that I retract a little but seeing his worried look, I tell myself that he too must have been worried about my sudden flight, no doubt he was worried all this time and I don't care. want.I'm about to raise my hand to his cheek when he jerks me toward the bathroom door behind me and wedges me there, straddling me, his two arms on either side of my head.He has his face covered by the locks of his hair and seems out of breath as he breathes quite heavily.I swallow as my heart beat
Mr. Burns was nervous. He was at the airport waiting for his daughters and grandsons when their plane would soon land.It was a really strange feeling after having hoped so much for his daughters to forgive him for more than 20 years, he was already seeing the end of redemption.The people around him were no doubt as ecstatic as the fact that their families were also arriving for the holidays. They were at the end of November and soon the first snowflakes would fall. His grandchildren had private teachers, their fathers being men of a certain background. The latter did not want their children to mix with everyone, hence their restriction.Funny reflection but he is hopeful that from college, they will all go to school. In short, he is still happy because it allows him to spend more time with them, that's already it.He was reading a book when he heard the announcement of the arrival of the plane and got up to go and wait to see them. He was so nervous, it had been two years since they