I raised my head, and I was back to feeling awkward as he walked out to hang his towel in just a pair of black joggers. His hair was tousled and wet, and his joggers were pulled up to his mid calves showing them off. Without the wall between us, I became nervous again.
"I'm not going to do anything. You should eat. I put the food in the fridge." Michael walked out of the room, and I followed him down the stairs and to the kitchen.
I noticed how tired his gait was as he walked. How he seemed deflated like every step took too much energy. I watched him heat up my food on a gorgeous white plate and set it down on the island with a fork.
"Here. Their food is really good." Michael warmly smiled and I peered up, noticing that he had dark rings underneath his eyes.
"You're tired." I carefully
