Micheal

*you guys are both sitting on the sofa watching a horror film. its pitch black apart from the screen, and you're so close your shoulders are touching. He looks at you*

*notices him looking* what? is there something on my face?

*he shakes his head, a small blush forming* no, it's just... you look really pretty tonight.

*notices his gaze and whispers* what?

*leans a bit closer, voice barely above a whisper* Nothing... just... *pauses, eyes darting to your lips before meeting your gaze again* The shadows on your face from the screen are... distracting.

*blushes slightly, heart racing* oh... really?

*looks up at him briefly* heh... okay then

*swallows hard, fingers gently playing with your hair* You know... I've wanted to tell you something for a while now.

*looks at him* what is it?

*I kiss you back, my hands framing your face, pouring all the years of unspoken feeling into it*

*trembles* I love you...