*Leah*
I don't know whether to be horrified, wary, or intrigued as Michael drapes his jacket over the back of the chair, removes his tie, unbuttons three buttons, rolls up his sleeves, makes himself at home within my small kitchen area, and begins heating water. I decided to be intrigued with a hint of wariness. "You can't be serious."
Settling his hips against the counter, he crosses his arms over his chest, and I fight not to notice how the action makes his forearms appear as though they have been cut from stone. "When I came out of the mines, I was covered in grime, so much so that every crevice and fold was filled with dirt. It's the one thing about working down there that I abhorred. I became very skilled at bathing thoroughly, and when I was done, the water was murky."
"But I'm no
