EVE
He wants me to call him Michael.
It's apt, with his nearly angelic looks. The guy looks like he could both do a photo shoot for a high end modeling agency and bash someone's face in. All that rippling muscle not two feet away looks good; the heat rolling off of his body feels good. His size is intimidating.
Yet his touch is so gentle.
Trembling, I nod and he backs off, going to the couch. "Try to get some sleep," he suggests. "If I make noise down here, just ignore it. I'll tell you if there's an actual problem. I'm having no difficulty walking anymore."
"That's good," I breathe, unable to stop smiling. "I understand. More sleep."
"Good idea. Don't exhaust yourself—especially on my account."
Back in the bedroom, though, I put my hand over the place where he touched me and feel a
