He immediately pulled apart from Molly and stood up totally forgetting about the young lady who dropped to the floor from his lap.
"Ouch! Michael." She exclaimed stunned by his abrupt reaction.
"Aisha." Her name a bare whisper before looking down to Molly who was glaring at his leg, rubbing her probably sour cheeks. "Sorry" he muttered helping her up.
" why are you helping her up? She's not incapacitated to the best of my knowledge. " she spat, watching them as his hands fell to his sides. Her beauty left him speechless. She'd on a white gown with blue floral print.
Always as stunning in her simplicity. He could hardly believe it was her. But the circumstances in which they reunited wasn't the best.
She stopped glaring at Molly and looked up at him. Oh his eyes are not going to work this time.