*Leah*
That evening, as I walk into the reading parlor to prepare it for the students' arrival, I'm surprised to find Michael looking up at the painting above the fireplace. "Hello," I greet him.
He turns and smiles at me, genuine pleasure reflected in his blue, blue eyes. "Hello," he responds.
I don't feel off-kilter, but it seems like we should be greeting each other with a kiss or an embrace instead of this awkwardness. "I don't have a ball to attend tonight."
"I know, but I enjoyed teaching the other night and thought you might welcome my assistance. I have nothing else pressing." He says softly.
"I would like that very much, and I'm fairly certain Lana will as well." I say.
He laughs, and the joyous sound that vibrates from deep within him makes my chest feel as though it's expa
