Michaela Walker.
Michaela calmed down after a while, still in Peter’s arms, surprised by how she didn’t feel awkward nor uncomfortable for crying in front of him. She looked up to meet his glowing eyes against the glaring light of the flashlight on his phone. She could feel his warm breaths fanning over her face, tickling her soft skin. Her breath hitched when he slowly placed his hand on her cheek. His touch felt lingering, gentle, and careful. Michaela frowned when she felt his hesitation, and he did too, licking his lips. It was clear what he wanted to do, and though Michaela didn’t want to kiss him, she felt more afraid of rejecting him.
She knew it was stupid for her not to speak her mind, foolish not to stop anything from happening. She knew that rejecting Peter now was much bette
