Untitled Till Completion

I smiled quietly. "Michael," I whispered to myself, stretching lazily on my dormroom bed. It wasn't the best mattress - rather, it tended to be lumpy, and I could feel the outline of springs - but I'd had fun on it. Idly, I wondered if two Fridays from now would be the last time I slept on it. The semester was almost over.1

Restless, I glanced at my alarm clock again. 7:02. Definitely too early to go see Michael. While his room was right next to mine, he wouldn't appreciate being woken before the sun reached a zenith in the sky. Only his alarm was allowed to do that, and even then, only on school days. 2

A sharp knock on the white wooden door roused me from my daydreams. I rolled my eyes and slowly, languorously, I made my way down the tall frame of the bed. 3

"Ow!" A sharp curse punctuated my fall, as I managed to trip on the tidy, stable surface of the floor. The knock sounded again. "I'm coming," I grumbled. I was going to kill her. 4

"Denise," I yawned, rubbing my eyes as I opened the door. "we've had this discussion. Not before elev-"5

A warm, searching mouth caught mine as my fingers ceased their ministrations. My breath caught in my throat as his deep kiss lightened, becoming delicate and teasing. He hadn't known how to do that once, but he seemed to have learned. More, harder, faster - those themes had faded as he'd learned that none of those were necessarily better. His tongue tantalized as it traced my lower lip with a faint, feathery touch.6

"Michael," I breathed, a grin spreading on my face. "You're up awfully early." 7