But then she had walked away, leaving him as quickly as she had come. Little minx.
Michael walked up behind her and looped one of his arms around her waist, pulling her into him this time. He lowered his head to n** the tip of her ear and whispered. "You know... I think I'll stay here a bit longer, if that's what you want Metis...Why don't you show me what you had in mind then? If that hadn't been a green light to approach her in that manner, then he had no idea what was. He kissed her hair softly, half-way praying that she wasn't about to turn around and smack him.
The False One