Michael had been fully expecting to have an internal crisis when he woke up the next morning. He had been expecting anger at himself, maybe a full-blown panic attack over inviting a wanted criminal into his home. He had expected to be disgusted with himself and his actions and had just hoped that he wouldn’t take his frustrations out on Ezra; the vampire didn’t deserve to be yelled at for Michael’s inner turmoil.
Therefore, it was rather surprising – but not unpleasant – when he woke up surrounded by the scent of freshly baked bread and honey; a smile on his lips and a sense of satisfaction blossoming throughout his chest.
He cracked an eye open and studied Ezra for a few moments. The vampire was still sleeping; tucked against Michael’s chest and looking quite content with the werewolf’s
