Michael actually grinned at her mouse impression. He was sure she was quoting... someone, but he had no idea who. Either way, she was pretending to be a mouse, and that was adorable. Not sensual, not dangerous, adorable. That was a good thing.
"You made it sound like you were saying Ben was a classic too. I was a bit afraid for our friendship if that was the case." he didn't add that she could probably rock that white shirt and jeans better than the man from the eighties. But no, no they were taking it slow. Slow was good... slow he had to remind himself as she scooted closer to her again.
He could wrap his arm around her right? What if she was cold.... shit. Was she cold? "You're warm, right" He asked, already preparing himself to shrug off the hoodie for her. He'd be freezing, but christ. What if she was cold?