Looking at Michael's expression, I couldn't help but find it a little funny. He looked like a child throwing a temper tantrum.
Although he behaved coldly and aloof most of the time because he was a Lycan Prince and even emitted an untouchable aura, he was, at times, extremely self-centered, inconsiderate of others' feelings, and reckless.
I leaned down, kissed him, releasing my aura to soothe him, and said softly, "Just go back and take a look, okay? I haven't seen Courtney in ages."
Michael turned to look at me, then reached up to grip my face and kissed me hard before replying vaguely, "Okay. But you have to make it up to me..."
"What? ...Hey... Not again! Michael... Ahh! Mmph!"
The sailboat's deck shook as the waves crashed against the hull, and I was once again immersed in endless waves.
Michael and I had just arrived at the palace when Brandon came and called him away.
