□ TWELVE □

"Okay, Okay Hope, I think you've had enough to drink" Sarah said as she took the shot out of my hand.

I frowned and reached for it again but  slipped off the stool. I laughed as I landed on the ground. Sarah sighed and helped me up. "Come on, let me take you home" she said, smoothing my hair back.

"Mmm okamy" I replied drunkenly.

She took ahold of my arm and led me from the bar. I tripped on a few scattered bottles before Sarah finally got me to her car. I lent against it while she looked for her keys. "Tell me Sarah, do you ever just look at me and say, god I hate that bitch?" I asked, staring right at her.

She looked up confused. "No, I rather like you, you seemed to care more than anyone else in the office" she replied. 

She found her keys and unlocked her vehicle. "Wait, I don't want to get in!" I said exclaimed.

Sarah reached for me. "It's time for me to take you home Hope" she replied annoyed. 

I moved put of her grasp. "No" I ground out.

"Hope, seriously, get in the car" she exclaimed. 

I frowned before doing as told. She shut the door before hurrying around to the drivers seat. Starting the car, she peeled out of the parking lot. "Don't throw up in my car" she warned, dodging traffic.

"Thank you Sarah, for coming out wif me" I said before covering my mouth with my hand.

"Don't you dare throw up!" She exclaimed.

Luckily, we hadn't gone to far away from the apartment I shared with my boss and she pulled up to the front quickly.

She opened her door, running around the car and opening my door. She helped me up and out of my seat. "I'm not going to throw up!" I exclaimed.

She half limped me to the lobby and pressed the elevator button."It's okay Sarah, I can get home" I said, unlooping my arm from her shoulders.

"Are you sure?" She asked, unsure.

I nodded. "Okay!" She squeaked before running back to her car.

The elevator doors opened and I stumbled inside, leaning on the cold metal and pressing the top floor number. I rested my forehead against the metal and closed my eyes. Taking a few a deep breaths, I stepped out of the elevator when the doors opened.

I moved to the keyboard and stared at the numbers as they blurred and dance. I pressed a few numbers and smiled when I heard the familair click of the door opening.

I grabbed the handle and opened the door, stumbling inside. "Hope?" A worried voice asked.

My eyes focused on Michael who sat up on the lounge and stood up, walking to me quickly.

He gripped my arms and sat me down before disappearing. "Here, drink this" he said before I felt a glass press into my hands.

I drank it, the water soothing my parched throat and I looked at Michael. "Thanks" I said giving me a tipsy smile.

"Are you okay?" He asked, leaning in closer.

I focused on his brown eyes. "You really are beautiful" I said drunk.

His eyes widened and he lent back. "I should get you to bed" he said, standing up again and grabbing my hand.

I fell forward but Michael caught me, lifting me up bridal style and walking up the stairs. "Strong" I murmered.

He rolled his eyes and pushed open my door and laying me down on my bed. He went to move away but I called out his name again.

"Yes?" He asked.

"Come 'ere!" I exclaimed.

He frowned and moving closer. I grabbed his collar and pulled him down slightly. "What?" He asked.

"Kiss me" I muttered.

Michael tried to pull away. "No, kiss me!" I exclaimed, not letting him escape.

"Hope, I'm not going to kiss you" he said, still trying to pull out of my grip.

I pouted. "Do you not think I'm pretty anymore? Is it because I'm damaged goods?" I asked, studying Michael's face.

Surprised littered across his features. "What? You are pretty, and you aren't damaged goods, I just think it's a bad idea" he replied.

My hand tightened. "Is it because I've never been with any other man?" I asked, still so very drunk.

"Let go Hope" Michael said.

"No! Nope!" I replied loudly.

Sighing, Michael looked down at me before suddenly his eyes dilated. "You won't remember any of this in the morning" he said, mostly to himself.

I let go of him, my arms falling back to the bed. Michael noticed but looked back at my face. I smiled widely at him. "I don't think your damaged goods" he whispered, lifting his hand and smoothing back my hair.

My smile fell. "Than why didn't Harry love me?" I asked, my eyes starting to tear up.

"Because he was not capable of it, but you, you are" he replied. 

"No one loves me, I'm useless" I said before turning my head away.

"That's not true, I lo- I'm sure there's someone who has feelings for you" Michael said, coughing.

"Not even you want to kiss me, I'm so useless, unlovable, Harry was right, no one will ever love me again" I said, tears falling from my eyes and dripping onto the pillows. 

"That basted tore you down when he should have been building you up.." Michael trailed off.

His eyes were on my mouth and he shook his head a couple of times. "Hope" he said croaky.

"Hmm" I hummed.

"Please don't hate me for this" he whispered.

"Hate you for wh-?" I was asking before I was cut off as Michael's mouth claimed mine.

The sudden sensation of being kissed, moved my arm forward and reached for Michael again, bringing him down on top of me.

His arms kept him up but the pressure of some of his weight only added to the fuel of desire as his mouth ravaged mine.
I certainly didn't have any idea with what was what, if I was in control or if he was.

He tasted like minty toothpaste and my hands found his soft silky hair. I heard him groan against me and it honestly made this all the much hotter.
The moment his lips touched mine, I was sober. Very sober.

He took charge of the kiss, bending at his elbows and kissing me deeper. My arms went around his shoulder, rolling him onto the bed. Our lips never left each other's as I straddled him and his hands went to my waist, holding me flush agaisnt him.

My upper body laid against him, feeling the hard planes of his muscled chest. "Michael" I moaned as he lightly bit the corner of my lip.

One of his free hands reached up to cradle my lower neck. I pulled away briefly, grasping for air before kissing him gently.
"Hope" he growled out.

I shushed him before kissing him again. Our mouths tangled and I felt us roll over again. Michael was nestled between my legs while his mouth was on mine and I raised my legs and wrapped them around his waist.

He pulled away. "Hope, I can't" he said, moving back.

My legs fell from his waist and I sat up. He took a deep breath and paced the room, his eyes closed as he ran a hand through his already messed up hair. "God! I want to! But I can't!" He exclaimed.

"Did I do something wrong?" I asked innocently.

"No, it's me, I should know better" he replied, glancing at me.

"Mmhm I'm tired" I said suddenly feeling the tiredness of the day.

The alcohol and adrenaline was wearing off. I was tired, I just wanted to go to sleep. "Go to sleep Hope, I'll be here in the morning" was the last thing I heard before everything shut off.

A/N

What did I tell you!
It was going to be a great chapter!
They kissed, made out or whatever.
Michael thinks she'll forget in the morning...

But will she?
What do you want the outcome to be?

Comment if she should forget or remember!

Argh I'm so happy they've finally kissed.
Love, T xoxo