Behind Closed Doors

Chapter 64: Date Night

"Those flowers are for you. I was going to give you them when I picked you up but they looked like they were dying, so I put them in some water."

I smile sitting down at the table and look at them.

"Aw thank you, they're pretty."

Michael smiles and opens his fridge.

"I'd offer you wine but I don't have any alcohol..." He gives me a look.

I laugh and shake my head.

"I don't need alcohol. I'll have lemonade or whatever you've got."

He smiles and takes out a bottle of lemonade. He pours me a glass and then pours himself some.

"How was your day?" He asks passing me the glass.

"Thanks." I take it from him. "It was ok. Work wasn't too stressful."

He nods.

"That guy flirt with you today?" Michael asks, smiling slowly.

I chuckle and shake my head. He sits next to me at the table.

"Paul doesn't flirt with me."

"Oh, so that's his name? Paul." Michael raises an eyebrow.

I look at him and chuckle.

"You sound jealous."

"Thats because I am." Michael smirks.

"You don't need to be." I smile. "He doesn't flirt with me really, he just gets a bit shy around me."

Michael makes a face and I laugh.

"He's nice. He asked if I needed help decorating my house."

"Really?"

I nod.

"Well, has he?"

"No Michael." I smile.

"Do you need help though? I didn't even think of asking you anything like that."

"It's fine." I chuckle. "I do need a hand with some of it."

"I can come over and help you?"

"Thanks. I'd like that." I nod.

Michael sips his drink and then stands up. He starts preparing the food.

"How was your day?" I ask him.

"It was good." He nods and looks at me. "I went to my counselling session today."

"Oh good." I show half a smile. "How was that?"

"It went ok. I told them that we met up with each other and that we're speaking again. It was all positive today for a change."

"Thats good Michael." I smile.

I'm so glad he's feeling and thinking positively. I watch him put garlic bread in the oven. He takes out two big steaks and a pan.

"Do you need any help?" I ask him.

"No thanks." He smiles at me.

"You sure?" I raise an eyebrow.

"You really don't think I can cook do you?" Michael laughs.

"No... I'm just making sure you don't need a hand."

He gives me a look.

"Just drink your lemonade and watch how amazing I am."

I look him up and down and smirk.

"I can do that."

Michael looks at me and shows a shy smile. He starts cooking the steak and chops up some vegetables. He then starts preparing home made chips.