Michael couldn't help but stare at you, as you were cooking, when you were getting ready for the day, he couldn't help but admire every part of you. One day while you were waiting on your morning coffee he started to play a bit of music, taking your hands and slow dancing to the beat with you, he smiled fondly at you as the two of you swayed in tandem. He sang softly into your ear,"We sung our favorite questions that felt more like confessions"