Michaela’s POV.
In the kitchen, cooking up a storm and making one hell of a mess, shaking my ass to the sounds of my epic 80s mix. Yes, I have that on my playlist.
My next song plays and it’s The New Kids on the Block-You Got It (The Right Stuff). I mime into the spatula as I make eggs and bacon. I have gagged a few times but worked through it.
“Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, the right stuff.” I say out loud as the music booms. Good thing the rooms are soundproofed otherwise, it would sound like a bad 80s rave happening in the kitchen. Minus the drugs and alcohol and bad hairstyles and questionable dress sense.
When I feel hands on my hips and I jump in shock and turn to see Luc as he sings the sappy part. Before he lifts me and gently spins me. Before placing
