Reluctantly, Michael unwraps himself from her, running a hand over her hair to smooth it before he stops touching her completely. “Yeah, good idea,” he says. He doesn’t want any distractions tonight. It’s too bad for anyone who has to work, he thinks, and wonders if any of the local places have closed for the day. Hopefully anywhere that’s open has a television on.
When Lee gets up, Michael follows her into the kitchen, even though she’d probably have come right back. He’s been following her everywhere like a lost puppy. “Do you wanna get something now or wait a while?” he asks.