Chapter 70 Stay The Night
- I washed the bowls and put them away while Michael sat at the dining table with his gaze locked on me.
- Walking over to him, I stared at him. After a moment's hesitation, I murmured, “Why don't you drive me home now that we'd both had dinner?”
- In truth, I didn't want him to drive me home at all. Nonetheless, I didn't want people to look at me speculatively either as I traversed the streets in his shirt.