I was woken in the morning by a beeping coming from a pile of clothes on the floor. It took me a minute to work out where I was, and what the beeping was coming from. The pile of clothes was the dress that had been, um, discarded, last night. The beeping was my phone.

I groaned and went to stand up to stop the offending object from the dreadful noise it was giving off, only to find that standing up was not going to be as easy as first thought. Michael's arm that had been draped lazily over my waist tightened and pulled me closer to him- almost as if subconsciously Michael didn't want me to move away from him. I inched closer to the edge of the bed, slowly and carefully so I didn't disturb Michael, and reached my arm out to move the pool of fabric that was my prom dress, and picked up phone.

I had over 12 unread messages and 5 miscalls, all from Tina. I guess she was wondering what had happened last night, but I turned off my phone anyway. I would see her in a few hours for- Oh my god! Graduation!

"Michael? Come on, we have to be leaving soon-"

Michael and grunted quietly "Just a few more minutes," he said softly, but open his eyes, those gorgeous, warm, deep and soulful brown eyes, and stared at me. The corners of his mouth pulled upwards into a grin, and his eyes searched my face. His hand reached up and caught a stray curl and tucked it behind my ear. His hand then went to cup my cheek while his other arm brought me even closer to his warm body.

He moved his head down to meet his lips with mine. The kiss grew with intensity and passion as his hands ghosted up and down my body. My hands, which had been up until this point pressed up against his chest, traced the muscles over his stomach. Michael moaned into the kiss and rolled over, so that I was underneath him.

I completely relaxed into Michael and the sensations that he was giving to my body. Last night had been amazing, but slightly more clumsy; this was perfect, Michael and I were synchronised (moving together completely in time). It was perfect.

When it was over, Michael held me against him and breathed into my hair. It was all good, though, as I had free access to his neck. Mmmmmm.

"I missed you so much," Michael murmured into my ear.

"Ditto." And then on second thought, I think I've been spending WAY too much time with Lana, I added, "I missed you too. A lot."

I could feel his smile against my head, but than his body tensed and his arms tightened around mine.

"Michael?"

"Sorry, I was just thinking."

"About?"

Michael's body lifted away from mine and a sudden coldness enveloped me. I could hear a drawer open and then close. I sat up to see what was going on. What was going on was that Michael was holding a box. A jewellery box. The imaginary Tina in my mind went crazy, and I was still trying to work out what my reaction should be. I thought Michael had once said that getting married at a young age was stupid and reckless; did we not count as young anymore? I was also trying to imagine what Grammere's reaction would be. I mean, Michael was rich now, that pretty much counted as good husband material to Grammere. And then he open it (the box), and I realised just how too much I had been reading into the whole situation (Darn, and I had thought I was getting better at not doing that).

"Michael, how- I mean- Oh my god- Michael"

And then I flung myself at him. I mean, there is no other possible way to explain how I throw myself at him. And then we fell off the bed. Well, we fell of the bed laughing.

"So, do you want it? I mean, I could get you a new one- a better one- one with diamonds or something?" Michael asked me as he regained his breath. And I soon as I regained mine- Michael was fit; it was almost comical how long it took me to recover from that laughing fit- and was quick to refuse.

"What- No!" I fingered the snowflake necklace that I had long believed was lost.

"How did you find it?" I asked.

"Took a while- but it was worth it just to see the look on your face when I brought out that box. Your face- it was priceless"

Ahhh, so he had saw that, had he? My face heated up- Somewhere in the back of my mind, I registered that I hadn't blushed like this since for, well, two years. It must be a Michael thing.

"Anyway- we probably should get ready now- if you want to graduate this year." Michael correctly pointed out.

I walked over to my dress.

"You do know that I am going to need to go home to get some new clothes- I am not turning up to my graduation wearing the same dress I did the night before to prom."

Michael chuckled.

"Okay, Okay- I'll call Lars and ask him to get Hans to pick us up"

And then- fully dressed (how did he do that so fast?)- He walked through to the kitchen and left me alone to get dressed- for which I mentally thanked him. He might have been intimate with me twice already, but I wasn't quite as comfortable with him seeing me naked as I might one day be. The thought made me giddy inside. We, Michael and I, would be getting quite well acquainted on those grounds.

I also took a moment to think about what Michael had said. I love the way that Michael talked about Lars, my bodyguard, and Hans, the limo driver. I doubt J.P had even remembered their names at all. I tried to keep my thoughts of negative one (like ones about J.P completely), and instead thought about things I ought to ask Michael now that I could. Like; why did he leave at my Birthday party? And did he really want me back the whole time he had been in Japan?

As soon as I was redressed I left the room to find Michael hanging up the phone on someone.

"Hey" he said when he had finished.

"Who was that?"

"Oh, Lily wanted to make sure that we got back okay"

"That was nice of her". I had been wondering whether Lily and I would just pick back up from where we'd left off, just like Michael and I had. Apparently, I had nothing to worry about.

"I think it was more of a call ahead- she wants to make sure that she never has to hear what happened last night."

"That's okay- I think I want it to be between just us for now. No telling anyone".

"That's fine with me" Michael walked up and grabbed me from behind, hugging my waist, holding me close to him.

"But, I do have something I want to ask you."

"Go on then"

"Um, not that it really matters that much now, but why did you leave the night of my party?"

"Oh, that. Well, I was… angry about what that J.P was doing-"

"Did you think he was proposing to me?" I asked with a laugh. It had looked that way- even to me for a moment.

"No- well, I did think so at first, but by the time that I'd found out that he wasn't it didn't matter- it was still his ring on your finger- and anyway, I had to make the arrangements to send Genovia the Cardio-Arm."

"I knew there was an ulterior motive behind that."

"Well, I knew that I had to leave before I wiped the floor with that guy's face, anyway- I had only hoped that you'd still want to be with me and was testing that out with the Cardio-Arm."

"You thought that I wouldn't want to get back together? Why?" I asked before realising what a stupid question that had been.

"Well, you were with J.P., and then there was the way that we had broken up and Boris told me that you and J.P. were completely and utterly, his words not mine, in love with each other."

"He said what?"

"I had him keep an eye on you, after all, keeping an eye on you form halfway around the world even with the help of Google alerts is no easy task, and he gave me the impression that I hadn't got a look in sideways."

"He was wrong" I added.

"Obviously"

"I had always hoped that you would come back and we'd get back together, and when I seen you at the party the spark- the ember of hope that I'd kept inside me all this time, and hadn't even realised it, was going crazy"

"Same. Especially when I saw your face when J.P. got down on one knee. The best bit was that I could keep on seeing it- it was on front of all the magazines." He said, and pulled me down to it on his lap on the couch that was conveniently place next to the kitchen. I felt my face heat up at what he'd just said.

"Hey, I was just thinking about how I was going to have to let him down in front of all those people"

"So, you wouldn't have said yes?" Michael was sporting a massive grin.

"No, of course not!"

"What would you say if I asked you?" he murmured in my ear- his voice was suddenly low and, well, husky.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing- and if he did ask, what would I say? Yes? I certainly felt like saying yes- but that would make me look immature and fickle to the outside world- and we had only been back together for, like, 36 hours.

"I don't know- you'll have to ask and see" my voice was barely a whisper- but somehow Michael caught it.

"I think I'll get back to you on that one- maybe in a few years"

I forced my head to nod.

"So, graduation? We should probably be leaving soon."

"Yeah."

"So, did you find out how your Dad did?"

"Um, NO?"

And that was it. This was my life now. And I wouldn't have it any other way.