[~Song Recommendations: It Must Have Been Love by Ela Shutter & Right Here Waiting by Richard Marx~]
Michael was surprised by the way Layla answered her query which he had not even uttered. He smiled looking at her cute face which was the same height as his chin. Layla on the other hand felt satisfied seeing his joyful gaze, reminding her she had guessed right.
"Are you sure?" He asked again as his mood turned somber again thinking of the pain she might have felt…
"I swear Ma—" She couldn't say anymore as a long finger pursed her lips, her gaze traced that finger until it got settled on those blue orbs… 'Gosh! Why was he looking at me like that? Is there something on my face?' She tried to wipe her face with her free hand but soon that was caught too.
"I believe you… You don't have to swear to make me trust, And now it's time you better address me as M I C H A E L." He finished his words and soon that mesmerizing smile returned back to his face.