| michael’s pov |
It took her a while before she could finally speak without pausing; at times like these, I wish I had a car. But of course I didn’t have one– I wasn’t rich.
“I’m sorry,” I apologized, rubbing her back, trying to relieve her of exhaustion.
She waved it off, laughing a bit. “I’m fine, Michael. Just a bit tired, that’s all.”
That only made me guiltier. The fact that she was tired was because of me; so much for a brilliant first date.
Belle seemed to notice the off look on my face, so she squeezed my other hand, comfortingly. “Don’t be sad; I’m happy, see?” She pointed at the bright smile on her face, which I couldn’t tell if it was fake.
I looked sullenly at her, still not buying it. Actually I was buying it, but the way she looked at me– the way she was worried about
