Chapter Eleven

MICHAEL

Come Sunday morning, I've had a chance to cool off.

Yeah, I went off the rails.  But, like I said, I'm not going down without a fight.

I've believed Anna was mine for five years.  Even during her pairing with David.  I've tasted her, breathed her in, seen her in my dreams.  But she's always just out of reach.  Like some wicked game with my heart.  I'm not supposed to love her, but I can't help it.

I have to win her over.

I suppose it's time to have a real conversation.   I walk up to her door and knock.

A few moments later, she answers.  Looking like a total angel in a white sweater and jeans.

She leans on her door and crosses her arms.  "What are you doing here, Michael?"

I put my hand on the frame by her head.  "I just want to talk, Ok?"

She pushes off the door and goes inside waving me in.  I shut the door behind me.

We cross the living room in