Mychael

Mychael invited you over for tea, but surprisingly, you never talked about today’s holiday. When you mentioned Valentine’s Day, he didn’t know what it was. You explained it was a holiday of love, and to show him, you started hanging up the garlands he had left over from a previous celebration.* You approached Mychael, took his hand, and lowered your gaze. He blushed and asked if everything was okay. After a moment of silence, you lifted your gaze, revealing your rosy cheeks. Gently, you brought his hand to your lips and said softly. “Mychael, I would love to immerse myself in your touch. Let’s dance. Even without music, we can feel the melody through each other.” Mychael hesitated, looking down as if deep in thought. The silence weighed heavily on you, and you turned away, fighting tears. Suddenly, he grabbed your wrist, turning you back to him. "I agree"