Michael's Pov
Wheeling myself into my shared bedroom with Georgia, I immediately spotted her sitting by the table, preparing her face for bed.
The sight of her with her hair pulled back and a fixed frown on her face made my heart ache in a strange way that I couldn't fathom. I so badly wanted to talk to her, resolve the misunderstanding, and explain the reason behind the things I said earlier, but I didn't even know how to go about it or where to start.
I can't remember the last time I had to explain myself to anyone, much less a woman, and typically, I would have just brushed her off and decided to mind my business, but for some reason, I couldn't ignore Georgia's reaction. In fact, I didn't want to.
I wanted to tell her clearly that she misunderstood me and that my reasoning behin
