Michael POV:When she said ' I love you' The words bit into me. It made me feel guilty. I wanted her, but i didn’t feel that emotion for her. Not yet. When I smiled and replied. “Drive carefully. Call me when you get home.”I saw her face fell, I knew what she wanted to hear but I didn’t say it. I didn't feel it, it felt so hard saying it, it weighted heavily like my tongue was tied to the weight of the world. I simply gave up without trying to say it. I tried to analyse my feelings, I had to feel something powerful for her, Iwas certain of it. She took me in a sensational way even Lucy couldn't, she was like a devil in my blood, that I couldn't get enough. I watched her drove away with feelings of utter self-contempt. I'd taken advantage of what she felt for me, lost control and put her at risk. Now I had to stand by and wait to find out if she became pregnant, knowing that if she did, I’d be forced to marry her to save her reputation. But I knew I wouldn't, I had only promised h

Michael POV:Cal was unusually late, I've been waiting for more than 10 minutes, I knew we are yet to settle our previous spat but nonetheless, it was unlike him to come late when I needed him.I allowed my eyes to drift to the Wooden stools butting up against a brass foot rail at a high counter, crowded tables and booths, patrons (laughing with friends, hitting on strangers, watching a TV affixed to the wall or staring into their drinks), a bartender with rolled-up sleeves freshening drinks and filling orders being delivered by wait staff, stacks of highball glasses in green-gray dishwasher racks, a sink with a sprayer, bags of ice in a tray or sink, draining trays, beer kegs being switched out, straws and stirrers, plastic skewers and straws, blenders whirring with colorful icy concoctions, several multi-button soda dispensers, a wall of alcohol bottles, upside-down stem glasses in racks above the bartender’s head, plastic tubs of lime and lemon wedges, fridges with juices, milk and

Aurora POV:I kept staring at my phone. I had halfway hoped that i might hear from Michael during the day. After all, we are now lovers. But he didn’t call. It was a disappointment, and my confidence took a nosedive. All my hopes began to drown in doubt. I went through her normal routine, answering the phone and taking messages, and typing letters for Mr. Jordan, whom till now has yet to speak to me. Itwas a normal day. Nothing out of the ordinary. I could have cried from disappointment. But that would be low, even for me. Once, I almost picked up the phone and called his office. But that would never do. I couldn’t look as if i was chasing him. Perhaps he just needed breathing space, in order to get used to the changed relationship between us. Surely, it was just that. I hoped.Towards the end of the day I was feeling dismissal, I wondered maybe he had called between the few times I was outside to do one thing or the other, but my phone showed no missed call notifications. Despite b

Aurora POV:I drove home quietly dejected and lost in thought, my mom was watching her movies when I got in. "Are you fine" she asked "you look worn" "Did I have a visitor" I couldn't help but ask."No dear ... nobody came looking for you."My face fell. I hated myself for pathetically hoping he came to see me physically.She saw my dissapointed look."Were you expecting either of Libby or mabel" "None of them""Then whom" she asked suspicious "Never mind mom, it's nothing""Ok darling""I presume you are not going to the gym today.. you look like you had a quite the day at the office"The gym! I had forgotten about it entirely which was definitely unlike me, but considering what was bugging my mind it was expected. Having a rift with Appollos has put my off it momentarily, I have decided to skip it for a while to avoid akward situations till we settled the unspoken rift, now that we have. I was cool to go again.... but not today I am not in the right mind. "Yes mom""I've skipp

Aurora POV:I woke up feeling better, but a bit later than usual, that was expected considerin the time I slept. I had a calm soothing dream that lifted my spirit. I slowly dragged myself out of bed and walked into the livingroom to see my mom was cooking already. She was making a toast. I couldn't argue with that"Good morning mom" "Morning darling" she replied "I wanted to let you rest properly so I didn't wake you" "Thanks, I needed it" I muttered "Settle down, let me serve you a toast" The sudden ringing of the telephone interrupted both of us. I frowned. I was glad I didn't hope it was Micheal, it meant I was finally facing reality. “It’s probably another telemarketer,” mom muttered. “I wish we could afford one of those new answering machines and caller ID" she said for the umpteenth time."I will answer it" I said, while walking to the living room to answer the phone. “Hardy residence,” i said in a light, friendly tone"Aurora" He said It was Michael! I had to catch my b