Michael went to the room after Gary left. He saw Sasha busy unpacking her bags and hanging the clothes in his closet. She spared him a glance before continuing what she was doing. Michael walked to the bed and stood, staring at her quietly, unsure of what to do or say. It was true she wasn’t happy with him, but he couldn’t contain the joy of having her back in his room. How long had it been? He couldn’t even remember, but he knew he was the reason she moved out in the first place. If he hadn’t chased her out of the room that night, she wouldn’t have moved to the guest room.
“Need a hand?” he asked, his voice calm and steady, though inside, he was falling apart with fear. Unknown to him, his palms had turned sweaty.
Sasha paused in her action and looked at him, her mind trying to comprehe
