The woman frowned again, but she couldn’t stay mad for long. There was something about Michael that made her want to laugh and smile with him. She looked him up and down and was amazed at how there were ripped muscles in every part of his dark body. Her eyes dropped down to his six pack, which she could clearly see through his sheer black shirt, and then up to his chest at his dark nipples. Once her eyes made it to Michael’s dark browns, her head slowly cocked to the side. His eyes were darker than any eyes that she’d ever seen. Everything reflected off of those glossy irises, and they took her back to a time when she felt happy. There was only one other person with dark eyes like those, but he couldn’t possibly be...
“Well, we started off a little bumpy. Literally,” Michael rolled his shoulder, then walked up to the woman and held out his hand. “I’m Michael.”
The woman’s mouth slowly dropped open as she stared at Michael’s face. She thought that he had died five years ago, but here he was. There was only one way she could be sure. She ignored Michaels hand and instead, reached up to turn his chin. His ears had a curve...not a point. She jerked away from him as if he had just burned her.
“Is everything alright?” Michael’s smile faded a little, insulted by her reaction to him.
“Why are you here?” The woman asked, puzzled.