CHAPTER 9: MARRY THIS WOMAN

MICHAEL'S POV

Fifty-six hours, twenty-two minutes, and twelve seconds. That's how much time had passed since Dionnah and I shared the most exhilarating kiss. 13, 14, 15. I kept counting the second hand on the clock that was sitting on the nightstand. Fifty-six hours, twenty-two minutes, and eighteen seconds. That's how long since I've seen Dionnah.

Was she avoiding me? Did she enjoy the kiss? Now I felt guilty because over the years I've kissed many women and ghosted them after. Maybe this was my retribution.

I went up to her room door a couple of times contemplating whether or not I should knock, but I was told by Dani that Dionnah was engrossed in her fashion show project. My heart stung with heaviness as I longed to see her face. Was this really how a woman felt after a man hit it and quit it? If so, then I feel awful because I'd done this to so many women. I didn't have all the time in the world to make a tally of how many hearts I left in shambles. It was Sunday night, and the