Michael’s Pov
I cherish the sensation of my lips meeting hers.
Affection.
I cannot deny the apprehension that accompanies the term I use to articulate this emotion; it is a profoundly intimidating word that I never anticipated I would utter in my lifetime.
Yet here I am, and it nearly encapsulates what I feel for her.
I cannot claim to love her, as that sentiment requires time and is a relatively new notion for me. However, I hold a strong fondness for her; love is an entirely different narrative. I remain uncertain whether she reciprocates my feelings or if she is merely engaged in a playful pursuit.
I am no longer merely participating in a game. It has been some time since I ceased to view it that way.
Today, I intend to be honest about the entire Latif matter and perhaps even exp
