"Would you like to come downstairs for breakfast, or do you want me to bring it up?" Michael asked.
As he said this, Michael reached out and brushed my hair away from my ear. His breath hit my face with seduction, like a caring and gentle lover.
I was shocked that I hadn't noticed Michael's good side before. I had been so focused on our fight that I hadn't realized until now that there was an intoxicating experience with Michael.
Not only was Michael obnoxious and arrogant and manipulative, but if I listened to him, I would derive more pleasure from him than I ever imagined.
"I want to go down and eat," I said to Michael with a smile.
I walked down the stairs with Michael, and as I walked down the stairs, I imagined what I had seen yesterday. A strange woman, a royal Lycan, had rushed up and hugged my mate. Then, she shamelessly caressed my mate's chest with her hand, which was mine.
