I looked back at him, but there was no response.
Gradually, the heat in our bodies cooled down.
Mike sighed and moved his hand away from my body. He gently stroked my back through my clothes. I reached out and stroked his soft brown hair, enjoying the feeling of my fingertips.
"Let's go back. Let's go back and do it, okay?" I suggested.
Michael paused for a moment. He looked at my raised eyebrows and shook his head. "Joanna's trial will be held in a moment. Don't you want to see it?"
I lowered my head to prevent him from seeing my expression. "I'm not interested anymore."
I believed Michael must have noticed my emotions. After all, he always knew everything. But he didn't expose me, nor did he say anything. He gently touched my back with his fingers and released his wonderful scent.
I leaned on his chest and rubbed his chin with my hair.
