"He said what!?" Caleigh gasps through her phone, her eyes so wide that they're practically bugging out of her skull.

"I know." Liz says, a bashful smile tugging on her lips. "I don't even know how to register that, Cal."

She squeals, laughing. "Oh my god! You guys are definitely going to get married one day."

"Oh stop." She blushes, shaking her head. "I haven't felt this way in a long time. Shit, I gotta go." She sighs. "I'll talk to you later, Cal."

"Sounds good. Love you!"

Liz laughs. "Love you too." She hangs up then stands. She strips Michael's shirt off then changes into a pair of jeans and her pub work shirt, her boots on her feet. She throws her hair into a messy bun, picks up her purse then she's out the door to her car.

Liz sets down two dinner specials down in front of two handsome construction workers. "Enjoy, boys." One of them winks at her, licking his lips as she walks away.

"Here." Anna says from behind her, handing her a scrap of napkin with black ink scrawled on it. "From that boy in the orange. Asked me to give it to you."

Liz glances over her shoulder at the two neon boys in the corner booth. The one in orange winks at her and she smiles back.

The door jingles open. "You got it." Anna says from the register.

Liz turns, keeping her head down as she picks up a few menus. She looks up and her face splits into a grin. "What're you doin' here?"

Michael stands there with a huge smile, his hair neatly combed back with a nice shirt and jeans on. He's got nice boots on his feet and his glasses on his nose. "Hey beautiful."

She leans up and kisses him, smiling against his lips before she pulls back. "C'mon." She grabs his hand and pulls him to the counter. She hands him a menu. "Whatcha doin' here?"

"Missed my girl." He grins that dimpled smile. Liz laughs, not taking his order as she starts setting his usual in front of him. "How'd you know?"

"It's kinda like I know you or somethin'. You get the same thing every time you're here." He smiles to himself, looking down at the club sandwich and an iced tea.

"Man, I love you." He mumbles around a bite.

"Damn, I guess you're taken." The orange construction guy says when he comes up to the register to pay for his bill. "That's a damn shame."

Michael's head snaps up, looking over at his girlfriend ringing out a handsome, fit, blue collar boy that is definitely her type. He feels his confidence deflate and looks away.

"Hey, don't mess this up, man. She's a great girl." He says, pocketing his receipt as he hands the change back to Liz to keep for a tip. "Guess I's too late."

"See y'all tomorrow." She says, waving him and his friend off before she heads back to Michael.

"Who was that?" He asks, trying to sound upbeat but it comes out hurt.

"A couple regulars. I don't know their names." She shrugs it off. "You okay?"

"Yeah." He says unconvincingly. "When are you off?"

She looks up at the dingy clock hanging above the bathroom hallway. "Three and a half hours."

"I'll see you back at your place then." He sets a twenty down, presses a hasty kiss to her lips then slips out the door.

"What was that about?" Anna asks, her brows furrowed as she sets a tray of cleaned beer glasses down on the counter.

"I don't know." She responds, scraping his leftovers into the trash before setting the plate into the bus tray under the counter.

"He's probably threatened by the way Justin looked at you."

"What way?"

Anna goes to answer her question but she's halted by the phone ringing. Liz checks the clock and sighs heavily. These next few hours are going to be dragging their feet.

+++

When Liz finally gets home, she tip toes to her bedroom and sees Michael laying in her bed. She quietly picks up clean panties and a clean shirt then heads to the bathroom for a well deserved long, hot, relaxing shower.

After drying off and changing, she slips under her sheets. She sighs quietly, laying on her back while staring up at the ceiling. Michael turns on his side, looking up at her in the dark. He wraps his fingers around her hand, brushing his thumb across her knuckles. He silently scoots up and presses a kiss to her lips then trails them across her jaw and slowly down her neck. He takes in a deep breath, the smell of her fruity shampoo blending with her vanilla body wash stirs something up in his stomach. His other hand creeps under her shirt while his lips are leaving light marks on her neck.

Liz silently pulls his shirt off, her fingers dancing across his underwear waistband. She grabs his jaw and kisses him before tugging on his bottom lip with her teeth. It surprises a moan out from his chest and he moves her panties to the side.

Michael pushes her shirt up her chest, exposing her bare breasts as he moves himself between her legs. He grabs a condom from her nightstand drawer, slides it on then pushes into her.

Liz gasps, her head falling back against her pillows. She pulls her shirt off then wraps an arm around his shoulders, nibbling on his neck. He breathes out a shaky moan, his large hands trailing down her sides to her hips.

She grips the back of his neck, her breathing picking up as his pace does. He wraps his arm around her middle and flips them, his dick still deep inside her. She's on top of him, riding him with his hands tight on her thighs. She moans softly, her damp hair clinging to her neck, sweat slicking her tattoos.

His large, calloused hands trail over her body, as he's breathing hard. Her moans turn high pitched and whiny as she hits her orgasm, her eyes screwing shut as she collapses against his equally sweaty chest.

He grabs handfuls of her ass as he spills into the condom, holding her close. He moves her off to the side and ties the condom off, tossing it into her bedside trash can. She looks over at him, her face falling when she sees him on his side facing away from her.

She turns on her opposite side and pulls the damp sheets over her nude body, swallowing hard as she steadies her breathing.

+++

The following morning, Liz wakes first. She pulls on a sweatshirt, her panties and a pair of socks before heading to the kitchen to make some coffee.

She's sitting on a chair at the table, sipping her coffee when Michael joins her. "Mornin." She says, looking up at him. He hums back, rubbing his eyes under his glasses as he pours himself a cup of coffee. He sits across from her and yawns. "How'd you sleep?"

"Fine."

She suppressed an eye roll, looking down at her table. "The hell is goin' on with you?"

He's taken aback by her sudden question. "I'm fine."

"Bullshit. You've been actin' weird. I mean, what was that last night?"

"The sex? You had a problem with the sex?"

"No, it was just silent. We've never really done that before and-"

"Why are you with me?" He cuts her off. "You've got so many other good lookin' guys after you but you're with me. I mean, that guy that flirted with you last night is obviously into you and obviously your type so why are you with me?"

"That's what this is about?" Her voice gets soft as she stands. "Michael-"

"I can handle guys flirtin' with you 'cause you're beautiful but-"

"You're good for me." She says. "I need someone who's good for me." Michael presses his lips together as he stands silent. "You know I love you, right?" He doesn't say anything.

Liz shakes her head as she sets her mug in the sink. "You want to sit here and feel bad about yourself, fine. I've tried to make you feel better about us but I can only do so much." She turns on her heel and heads back to her bedroom. Michael looks down at his bare feet. He just nods to himself.

"I should get goin'."

She scoffs, tears in her eyes. "Are you serious?" She looks at him from over her shoulder.

"If I stay, we're just gonna fight." Liz nods, looking down. "I'll talk to you later."