You've finally gotten Michael comfortable enough to talk and take his mask off around you :)
(Things that are in bold are Michael)
Also I'm trying out a new pov thing
"What's your favorite thing about the rain?"
"What?"
"What is your favorite thing about the rain?"
He met her eyes for a moment, she looked back with pure interest and awe
"Sorry it was a dumb question"
"Well," she started shifting slightly closer to him "I love the sound. It's so pretty, can something sound pretty? I'm not sure,but if it could,rain does. He turned slightly to the his right where she sat mesmerized by the rain. Her skin glowed softly in the moonlight,and her eyes were entrancing. The way her nose was perfectly pointed and her lips were perfectly parted. The way her hair blew back in the wind thunder sounded in I'm the distance he took a deep breath
"Rain is odd. I mean it's chaotic but peaceful. Pleasant but irritating at times. It's beautifully disorganized and I have never experienced anything quite like rain, and I never wanted to. And then I met you. You are my rain. So I guess I could say my favorite thing about Rain is you.
He was surprised at what he said and clearly, by her yet again wide eyes and dropped jaw,she was too.
He wanted to take it back almost immediately. Go inside and pretend it never happened. He positioned himself to get up but right before he could push himself to his feet she going her arms around his neck
"I love you." She was crying.
Now it was his turn to be in awe.
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