Alica's POV
"Alica, Alica." I heard a melodious voice say. I opened my eyes to see Michael leaning over me. My vision was blurred. I blinked.
"What happened?" I asked. I could only remember half of what happened. When Michael knocked me out he got me good. That man is so damn accident prone.
"Knocked you off of the Jet ski." He replies as he places a ice pack on my head. "The swelling's going down." He said. "I'm so sorry."
I smiled. "It's okay, It's kind of sweet." "Like the first time we met." He smiles and leans in closer.
"You're right." he says.
I was more than positive he was going to kiss me. Why is he hesitating? Kiss me! Kiss me!
"Are you coming to diner?" He asks. Who cares about dinner when your lips could be getting it on with mine?!?! "Nope, I'm not hungry." I reply.
"Great I've got to take care of something." He says looking at the clock on the wall of our suite. "Are you going to be okay here by yourself?" He ask. "Yes, I'll just relax." He smiled. "That's my girl, page me if you need me."
I smiled and nodded but at the same time I couldn't help but wonder what he was up too. I grabbed the remote and looked at tv.
I got bored after watching reruns of The Jetsons so I just stared at the wall. After a few minuets I got a message from Michael on my pager.
*Meet me at the deck. I've got a surprise.
Mike.*
I smiled. And relied back to him.
*No more Jet skiing, right?
Alica*
A few seconds later he replied.
* Hee Hee.No more Jet skiing.
PS. Wear a pretty dress*
I smiled. He wants we to wear a pretty dress. Interesting.
*You got it.*
I pressed send and closed my pager. Now what's a girl to wear for the occasion?
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I smiled as I made my way to the dock. Whatever Michael had planned I'm sure it was spectacular. I had on one of the prettiest dresses I had.
Strapless, deep passionate red(Michael's favorite color) that was straight with rhinestones around the waist. It was classy, not too short, not too long ; just right. I wanted to look like the perfect balance of sweet and sexy and not be too dressy.
Hey, who's the dude struggling to row that boat? As he got closer I noticed the face. It was a face I knew, A face I had kissed. I couldn't help but laugh to myself as I saw Michael struggling to row the boat. he looked so cute. I also couldn't help but feel like the luckiest girl in the world. How many women to you know who's husband would row a boat for them?
Are the crickets chirping for ya yet?!?
I thought so!
"Michael, what a surprise!" I exclaim as he arrives at the dock. I couldn't stop blushing.
"Come, sail away with me." He says with a smile as he extends his hand.Michael is so sensual and romantic. He comes up with the most romantic things in the world. No wonder why so many women dream of him.
I take it and carefully step into he boat. "Don't worry I've got you." He says tightly holding my hand.
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"Michael this is so romantic." I say. No one else is out here. Just he and I under the milky twilight. "I was hoping you'd say that." He said with a smile that said: "I'm the man."
"Look I wanted to talk with you." He says rowing harder. I could tell he was getting tired but he'll never admit to it. "I'm all ears." I say pushing my beachy waves from my face. "I want to fall with you again." he says "Like we did when we first met."
I smile. "Oh Michael, don't you know?" "We're already falling again." "I mean look at us, if we weren't we wouldn't be here right now."
He looks me deep into the eyes. "Your right." he says "I think we did an reanactment slightly similar to that today." I giggle. We're silent.
Kiss me man! Kiss me!!
Michael's POV
Kiss me woman! Kiss me!!
Alica's POV
I look out into the vast ocean and then I look at Michael. He gives me a look. I lean over to kiss him and then.... The boat tips over.
"Dang not again!" Michael says as he pops up at the surface and pushed his damp hair out of the way. "It's like were prone for accidents." "I'm actually starting to like it." I say as I try my best to stay on the surface.
We shared a laugh and leaned in once again. This time our kiss was successful. Tongue and all.